This touches the heart.............
From An Old Ladies Heart. When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a
small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her 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 Ireland. The old lady's sole
bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of
the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made
based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. ...And this little old Scottish lady, with
nothing left to give to the world, is now the authoress of this "anonymous" poem
winging across the Internet. Goes to show that we all leave "SOME footprints in
time".....
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her 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 stocking or shoe.....
Who, resisting or not, lets 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 girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride 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 woman 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 man'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 husband is 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 woman ...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 girl 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, nurses, open and see,
..Not a crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!!
....Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside
without looking
at the young soul within ...... We will one day be there, too!
Source Unknown
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Your warm time in the sun has run its course,
but you're still not free from your befuddled thoughts.
Oceans of eternity before you,
but you still wade in the seas of uncertainty.
You stand on the hill of love
and scream into a storm.
Echoes of past relationship
loudly resonate from your heart.
Though much time has come to pass.
Still can't seem to grasp,
that everlasting chance at happiness.
Dreams turn to nightmares.
Fate turns to fears.
Loneliness becomes a true friend.
Back to this same point, again.
Searching your heart, mind,
and soul for the reasons for love's devastation.
Are you the piece of the puzzle causing love's destruction.
Time to walk
through those valleys alone,
focusing on the pain and what was the cause.
Clearing your mind of all its hurtful thoughts.
Reestablish the inner strength,
remembering who you are.
The effort put forth will be reflected in the plateaus you achieve.
No time to waddle in self-pity.
No time to grieve.
Reestablish the love for self.
Put all the hopeless feelings on the shelf.
If its time to move on, then it's just that, time to move on.
If love is lost, then love is just lost, let no hatred be in your thoughts.
Love's road to marital bliss can be paved with artificial signs of happiness.
The desire to be a bride can't fool the sands of time.
Reality is just that, REALITY.
You can¡¦t search looking through opaque glasses for your destiny.
Reevaluate and restructure your course, opportunity for tranquillity is
never lost.
Embrace the transition into a new life, slowly.
Deal with new situations honestly and openly.
Things will fall in place with time.
Always follow your heart, but use God¡¦s true gift to you,
YOUR MIND.
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Whispers
In the night I moan for your body soft and warm.
Thought of sexual endeavors and goose bump shivers.
Lips that roam causing hips to groan.
Yearning for lust, desiring that fervent breath.
Strong hands on your back, as your muscles react,
to the fevered pace of this rhythmic embrace.
Your mind plays no part, just your body and heart.
Longing for eternity in this moment of pure ecstasy.
Your body starts to scream, I can hear you heartbeat.
Meeting you at the apex, as our bodies start to climax.
The timing is perfect, as our bodies start to jerk,
in synchronal harmony in this unruly moment.
Limp bodies entangled in the dark.
Sweat dripping from all body parts.
Belabored breathing, heart still not at functional pace.
I lay in the dark,
watching the glow of your beauty face,
as you drift off to sleep I caress you gently.
I will meet you before the morning sun, for this story's still undone,
I'll meet you in your dreams, where we'll fuse into pure energy
and live as one for eternity.
1998 by Steve Moon
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