Sentimental Sunday…

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?

Cranky Old Man

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 new 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

Cranky Old Man 2

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

Cranky Old Man 3

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

Cranky Old Man 4

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!!

Author – Unknown

About CJ Murdoch

Genealogy: Looking For "Dead People"! My Journey Back In Time - Tracing my ancestors and researching the counties, cities and towns where they resided. Taking a “Glimpse” into their lives and stories and the times in which they lived; all in an effort to learn about their “Dash”! “I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of his friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning – to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the second with tears, but he said that what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.” I have always been interested in researching my family tree and “hanging out” in cemeteries. Like most of us... I didn't ask enough questions when elderly family were still living. Oh, what I would give for 24 hours and a camera with my ancestors… just to sit and listen! I'm researching many family lines, including: Murdoch, Wilson, Berry, Love, Scott, Beattie/Beatty, Hendren, Sweeney, Robinson and Elvin; just to name a few. My families are predominantly from counties Antrim, Donegal and Londonderry. However, it seems that many of my family, both maternal and paternal lines "hailed" from Co. Donegal. I was born and raised in Northern Ireland and now live in Ottawa, Canada, making frequent trips back home to visit with my family. Of course those visits also include treks to the many burial grounds of my ancestors. My most recent trip back home was the summer of 2014! If you are interested in help tracing your ancestors I’d love to hear from you!
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2 Responses to Sentimental Sunday…

  1. Tony. says:

    Superb Pictures & memories.

    Liked by 1 person

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