What's good about getting older...  Well we have never been old  before, we dont have any peers, ppl take no notice of us , they look and say , just a silly old bugger, ,,,I feel sorry for young ppl, they have to wait till our age ,before they can have sooooo much fun ,life is more interesting at our age ,,our Ego is not as big as when we were young, Understand what lifes about more now,We have tossed off most of our inferioraty by now, ect ect ec. Greeting Nomads could have filled up the whole page with positives about being old, Not many Negatives about being old , U get sic , u die , heheheh ,,,,,,  stay above the ground Nomads,and might bump intou some where out there..............Billeeeeee

With apologies from a pedantic old woman...

That beautiful old poem was written in the 1960's by Phyllis McCormack, called The Crabbit old Woman, and comes around in various guises.

Doesnt matter who wrote it, the sentiment is spot on.

rockylizard wrote:

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Gday...

ya got that one pretty good billeeeeeee.

"Older folk" have shaken the inferiority of youth and can speak our mind - we (usually) have outgrown the silly 'ego', and we see the positives of having become "more mature".

Cheers - and have a happy festive season - John

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 Howdyeeee John,,,, not sure about Mature,yet, still working on that ,,ive got a long way to go with that, hehehe........stay excited about life,

I read a lovely little story just this morning, I will share it with you.....

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 meagre 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! And if you liked this post , PLEASE LIKE THIS PAGE and continue to be inspired with sayings that lift us and jokes to laugh at. Much love to you all, J.J. Cohen

jimricho wrote:

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It's better than the alternative

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 Alternative,!!!!!! is there one!!!,?????  stay excited ppl ,     Billeeeeeee

jimricho wrote:

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There's an alternative all right, mate! And it's going to happen to us all one day!

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 . Let the buyer beware 2. Bull**** (rubbish) defeats the brain.