Comments on: Crabby Old Man

By: Midday Escapades

Midday Escapades — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 12:54:52 +0000

Love this. Wow, just amazing. It's so true though, you just never know what someone is underneath, what they have gone through or going through. Thanks for the gentle reminder, friend. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your fam.

By: Angela

Angela — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 04:58:03 +0000

That was absolutely beautiful and so eye opening. Thanks for sharing that.

By: Deidra

Deidra — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:33:51 +0000

Beautiful! It's true that we all have a story and a life and a purpose. Thanks for sharing this with us!

By: Corrie Howe

Corrie Howe — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 12:33:03 +0000

Thanks for sharing this poem. Congrats on all your recent awards. And I love the turkey! It's adorable. Brought a smile to my face.

By: Vodka Logic

Vodka Logic — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 06:32:35 +0000

Great poem, I hope all the nurses took note.

Reminds of the old man at the end of the Diane Lane movie Tuscan Sun (I think that was the name)

By: elastic waistbands and comfortable shoes

elastic waistbands and comfortable shoes — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 05:17:43 +0000

that is a beautiful poem. we don't have any family living nearby and all of my grandparents have passed away, but we like to visit the senior living homes in our town on halloween. they hold an "open house" and invite the public in to trick or treat. our riding club will also be going to sing christmas carols this year. oh, how i hope they have their hearing aids turned off!

By: Just Breathe

Just Breathe — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 03:58:11 +0000

That is awesome, thank you for sharing it with us.

By: Menopausal New Mom

Menopausal New Mom — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 03:45:17 +0000

This is a beautiful poem and so true! We have a special residence just down the road from our home, there is what I would consider a crabby old man who goes around in his electric wheelchair. I was looking out my window one day and saw that his hat had blown off his head. He could not get out of his wheel chair to get it. I ran outside, introduced myself and he mumbled that he wanted me to put the hat on his head. I did, it wasn't long though that I saw out the window that he was slowing going by with the hat in his mouth, the wind had picked up and he didn't want it to blow off his head again. He was not mobile enough to tuck the hat under one of his legs. Again, I ran out smiling and cheerful asking if I could help, he asked me to put the hat in the pouch on the back of his wheelchair which I gladly did. I always wave and smile when I see him but I usually just get a stern look. That's okay, I will continue to smile at him as long as I continue to see him. This poem could just as easily be about him.

Sorry to write so much, almost turned into a post of my own!

By: blueviolet

blueviolet — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 03:13:36 +0000

I love this!!!