Don’t Forget the Elderly

Posted on November 4, 2016

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By David Ettinger

I recently came across this gut-wrenching poem, written by an elderly women living in a nursing home, and obviously someone who tragically does not know Christ. The author’s name is not known. Here it is.

A Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
Is this what you think, when looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away 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 and 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; you’re looking at me!

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I rise 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 then 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 build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young growing fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

I’m forty – my young ones 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 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 loves I have known.

I’m an old woman now, and nature is cruel,
‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool!
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart;
There is only 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 to fast,
And accept the stark, nothing can last;
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer at ME!

This is just a reminder to all of us to not forget those whose time on this earth is drawing near due to old age. If you know any who do not know Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior, I encourage you to share this soul-saving truth with them. It is the greatest act of love you can offer them.

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