Rico,
I don't dye my hair bub and its black.I have very few white hairs.Yes my friends are envious.Speak for yourself.I walk alot every day.I have a job
that requires it.For at least six months I climbed six flights of stairs one way for my job.The elevator was broken.No one believes my age.I almost have
to break out my DL.I am far from old.
You've heard the adage you're only as old as you feel.........there are days the physical body is feeling mighty old but inside I still feel young. I'm closer to 60 than to 50 but for the most part feel much younger. It's in the attitude!
My mom was 85 when she passed away but said that you still feel 21 inside.
The secret is attitude. There are 20 yr olds that are OLD and those of 70 that are still young. (just watch out for those old drivers)
Dear Commonsense,
Sometimes when someone brings up the subject of age I just tell them,
"Though this old tent I'm living in is getting older, there's a "young"
woman living inside being renewed day by day. The bolded expressed
my feelings many times.. I don't feel old!
"For we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of
the power may be of God, and not of us". ll Cor. 4:7, 17,"....but though
our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day".
And He walks with me and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share, as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
What happened to the grasshopper that started this thread?
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Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.
Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.
Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.
Painful moments, TRUST GOD.
Every moment, THANK GOD.
Sent to me by a classmate and friend this morning.
Thought I would share it.
MAYBE WE SHOULD ALL KEEP THIS HANDY - IT MAY COME IN HANDY SOME DAY
CRABBY OLD MAN
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa,
Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found
this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were
made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man's sole bequest to posterity
has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St.
Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been
made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the
author of this " anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? .What do you see?
What are you thinking.....when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, ...not very wise,
Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice....."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ...the things that you do.
And forever is losing ......... A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not...........let's you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding .... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse......you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ....as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten.......with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .........who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen .with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. .......a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty ......my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows......that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now .......... I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide .... And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty ......... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ....... With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me.......to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, ......... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children ....... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future .I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing......young of their own.
And I think of the years..... And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.
'Tis jest to make old age ......look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone.. ......where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ..... A young guy still dwells,
And now and again .......my battered heart swells
I remember the joys........... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living.............life over again.
I think of the years .all too few......gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .open and see..
Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see........ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush
aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be
there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be
seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart.
(just watch out for those old drivers)
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