website<\/a>.<\/p>\nLet me know what feelings and thoughts are inspired by the poem below:<\/p>\n
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What do you see my friends, what do you see?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nWhat are you thinking . . . . When you’re looking at me?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nA crabby old man, . . . . . . Not very wise,<\/strong><\/em>
\n Uncertain of habit .. . . . . .With faraway eyes?<\/strong><\/em>
\n Who dribbles his food . . … And makes no reply .<\/strong><\/em>
\n When you say in a loud voice ‘I do wish you’d try!’<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nWho seems not to notice . . . The things that you do .<\/strong><\/em>
\n And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?<\/strong><\/em>
\n Who, resisting or not . . . . .Lets you do as you will,<\/strong><\/em>
\n With bathing and feeding . . .The long day to fill?<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nIs that what you’re thinking?…Is that what you see?<\/strong><\/em>
\n Then open your eyes, my friends . .You’re not looking at me.<\/strong><\/em>
\n I’ll tell you who I am . . . . . As I sit here so still,<\/strong><\/em>
\n As I do at your bidding , . . . As I eat at your will.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nI’m a small child of Ten . . . .With a father and mother,<\/strong><\/em>
\n Brothers and sisters . . . . .. . Who love one another<\/strong><\/em>
\n A young boy of Sixteen . . . . .With wings on his feet<\/strong><\/em>
\n Dreaming that soon now . . . . .A lover he’ll meet.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nA groom soon at Twenty . . . . My heart gives a leap.<\/strong><\/em>
\n Remembering, the vows . . . . .That I promised to keep .<\/strong><\/em>
\n At Twenty-Five, now . . .. . . ..I have young of my own .<\/strong><\/em>
\n Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home .<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nA man of Thirty . . . . .. . . . My young now grown fast,<\/strong><\/em>
\n Bound to each other . . . . . .. With ties that should last .<\/strong><\/em>
\n At Forty, my young sons .. .\u00a0\u00a0. Have grown and are gone,<\/strong><\/em>
\n But my woman’s beside me . . .To see I don’t mourn .<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nAt fifty, once more, . . . . . . Babies play ‘ round my knee,<\/strong><\/em>
\n Again, we know children . .. . . .My loved one and me .<\/strong><\/em>
\n Dark days are upon me . . . . . My wife is now dead .<\/strong><\/em>
\n I look at the future … . . . . . I shudder with dread .<\/strong><\/em>
\n For my young are all rearing . . .Young of their own .<\/strong><\/em>
\n And I think of the years . . .. . And the love that I’ve known .<\/strong><\/em>
\n I’m now an old man . . . . . . . .And nature is cruel .<\/strong><\/em>
\n Tis jest to make old age . . . . . Look like a fool .<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nThe body, it crumbles . . . . …\u00a0\u00a0Grace and vigor, depart .<\/strong><\/em>
\n There is now a stone . . . . . . ..Where I once had a heart .<\/strong><\/em>
\n But inside this old carcass . . . . A young guy still dwells,<\/strong><\/em>
\n And now and again . . . .. .. . . My battered heart swells<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nI remember the joys . . . . . . .I remember the pain .<\/strong><\/em>
\n And I’m loving and living . . . . .Life over again .<\/strong><\/em>
\n I think of the years . . . . . .. .All too few Gone too fast .<\/strong><\/em>
\n And accept the stark fact . . . That nothing can last .<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nSo open your eyes, people . . .\u00a0\u00a0Open and see…<\/strong><\/em>
\n Not a crabby old man .\u00a0\u00a0. . . . .Look closer\u00a0\u00a0see ME!!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
I hope it touches you, it certainly touched me.<\/p>\n
Adam Sheck<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
FYI, the picture on this post is MY grandfather, Izzy Miskoff.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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<\/a>What Do You See?<\/h2>\n