King Crimson

 
 
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Yes, King Crimson!  How many of you remember this English band from the early 70’s?  The first band to really understand the Moog Synthethizer!  Along with the Moody Blues, Pink Floyd and Procol Harem, they were innovators!!  And does anyone remember Robert Fripp??  He was the lead singer and guitarist and went on to produce many more wonderful albums!!  Anyhow, this song has always been my favorite from them!!  I hope you enjoy it!
 
Now I have something to share with you tonight!!
 
 
 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………..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 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!

I hope you ALL have a wonderful weekend!!!

xo to all,  Bob~

 
 
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5 Responses to King Crimson

  1. Jade says:

    I have been found to get along wonderfully with "crabby" men & women… More so than others!  Boss women that other employees run & hide from become my freinds! And, I have found, that crabby dogs, cats, and people live the longest!! 
    Thank you for the tune- I love it 🙂
    Hey, I thought you were in CA?  You still aren’t on my map 😦   Unless you’re in oregon or something 😀

  2. Sue says:

    Yes, old people can be crabby, unless you ask them about their life.  When they open up and start talking, they have wonderful stories to tell.  My mother is like that.  She’ll be 90 this year and was born in a small homestead cabin in Saskatchewan.  Just open an old photo album and she remembers so much!  Have a great Memorial weekend and enjoy some sunshine!

  3. Jean says:

    I love that one. It’s so true! Even now, I’m different inside than outside. Good one, Bob..
    hugs,
    Jean

  4. Aafrica says:

    this is very touching. everyone is a book. the older ones are the more interesting, if we take the time to read them.

  5. Stephanie says:

    Yep, our bodies age, and we (I hope) get wiser, but on the inside, we still feel like the young people we were.
    This is very touching. BIG HUGS, Steph

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