There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is “UP”
It’s easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP?
At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election? Why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP our friends.
We use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver. We warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning.
People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special. A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.
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 needs me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, I’m 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 and I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing of their own.
And I think of the years and 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 carcas 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 and see me!
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in anAustralian 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 copiesIts quality and content so impressed the staff that copieswere made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterityhas since appeared in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has alsobeen 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 thisanonymous poem winging across the Internet.
This picture is done by an Amazing 16-Year-Old Girl Named Shania McDonagh Who Wins National Art Competition With Stunning Hyper-Realistic Pencil Portrait.
Ask for less give more. Ask for little and be content when you receive little. Expect small amounts, be filled with great joy at receiving big amounts. Bring a baked meal when a friend is sick. Now and then check in on your neighbors well being even if you don’t like each other. Offer your time or money to your towns animal shelters needs. Visit a local nursing home with a couple of loves of homemade breads. Bring a jar of wildflowers to the old man that lives alone. Smile at the warmth of the sun, smell the coolness of rain. Pick up a leaf off the ground and see in it the wonders of God. by Eileen Clark https://allpoetry.com/EileenMarie Image Found on Pinterest
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