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    I am not there. I did not die

    I am not there. I did not die

    — 1 year ago with 1686 notes

    #death  #rebirth  #circle of life  #grave 
    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town,
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 Melbourne. 
The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. 
Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses? ……What do you see?What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?A cranky 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 anotherA young boy of Sixteen … .. with wings on his feetDreaming 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 is 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.It’s jest to make old age … … . look like a fool.The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.There is now a stone … where I once had a heart.But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,And now and again … . . my battered heart swellsI 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 cranky 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 (originally written by Dave Griffith)The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!Very Respectfully,Scott Sonnon 
    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town,
    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 Melbourne. 
    The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.


    And this old man, 
    with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. 


    Cranky Old Man

    What do you see nurses? ……What do you see?
    What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
    A cranky 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 is 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.
    It’s jest to make old age … … . look like a fool.
    The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
    There is now a stone … where I once had a heart.
    But inside this old carcass . A young man 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 cranky 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 (originally written by Dave Griffith)

    The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

    Very Respectfully,
    Scott Sonnon 
    — 2 years ago with 2 notes

    #beautiful  #life  #death  #old man  #old age  #sharing is caring 

    oh kanye. you lyrical genius you

    (Source: jeramiahspade, via brizzlemynizzle)

    — 2 years ago with 10654 notes

    #gemini  #rap game  #suicide  #fly  #death 

    I move my hips 
    in her I am home 
    I’ll keep on loving 
    'till the marrow dries from her bones

    Mirel Wagner - No Death (by rouskulainen)

    — 2 years ago with 1 note

    #necrophelia  #love  #death 

    you can’t keep hangin’ on
    to all that’s dead and gone

    if you built yourself a myth
    you’d know just what to give
    do you lie?
    oh, let the ashes fly

    BEACH HOUSE - “MYTH” (OFFICIAL NEW SONG) (by BeachHouseVideoZone)

    — 2 years ago

    #love  #death  #everything 
    ruimartinsartwork:

I did this image in 1998, I consider it my first work of art
http://www.behance.net/rui_martins

THIS is what i’ve been talking about for years. my fear of being, erased. i was young, things made little sense to me. now i realize we’re part of the painter as well. co-creators, if you will.

    ruimartinsartwork:

    I did this image in 1998, I consider it my first work of art

    http://www.behance.net/rui_martins

    THIS is what i’ve been talking about for years. my fear of being, erased. i was young, things made little sense to me. now i realize we’re part of the painter as well. co-creators, if you will.

    — 2 years ago with 14974 notes

    #life  #death  #fear  #existentialism 
    can’t wait to watch this with the girls. LOVE this movie. luckily Tamara loves it too.

    can’t wait to watch this with the girls. LOVE this movie. luckily Tamara loves it too.

    — 2 years ago

    #the darjeeling limited  #wes anderson  #life  #death  #love  #family  #empathy  #culture  #journey  #adventure  #movie