A CRANKY OLD MAN
WHAT DO YOU SEE PEOPLE – JUST 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 FAR AWAY 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 WHO FOREVER IS LOSING A SOCK OR A 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 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 THEM AND PROVIDE A SECURE HAPPY HOME
A MAN OF THIRTY MY YOUNG NOW GROW FAST
BOUND TO EACH OTHER WITH TIES THAT SHOULD LAST
AT FORTY MY YOUNG SONS HAVE GROWN AND ARE GONE
BUT MY WIFE 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 JUST 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 STILL LOVING AND LIVING LIFE OVER AGAIN
I THINK OF THE YEARS ALL GONE TOO FAST
AND ACCEPT THE STARK FACT THAT NOTHING CAN LAST
SO OPEN YOUR EYES PEOPLE OPEN AND SEE
NOT A OLD CRANKY MAN – LOOK CLOSER IT’S ME.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN