Hope This Doesn’t Happen To You (or me)

I get some strange requests, some really dodgy stuff too
I was once asked to be someone’s “dominator”.
Honest I couldn’t believe it either, the money was good though (joke).
I had a request the other day to go and sit and talk with a woman in her 80’s who reads my emails.
She said she couldn’t exercise but would love to have a chat with a like minded person.
She said she needed some moral support and thought some “chat therapy”
would do her some good.
I don’t really know this lady but she has been responding regularly to my emails for over a year.
I unfortunately had to tell her I can’t charge her £75 per hour to have a chat as much as
she would like, its just not right and I’m not a councillor or anything like that.
Im not saying this lady is lonely, i don’t know her situation well enough, but it got me thinking.
It’s very sad that as we get older we are likely to become LONELY and won’t have as many people around us.
As people get older I’m told the younger generations “forget about them” or “are too busy”
to see them and spend any time with them. 
(I’m guilty of this, I don’t see my Gran half as much as I should)
All this stuff reminded me of a lovely little poem I read a while back.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian town
it was believed that he had nothing left of value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his possessions, they found this poem.
Its since spread around the world.

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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!
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
Take care,
PS – Nothing down ere today but thanks for checking my friend.

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