Tuesday, February 15, 2005

The kind of life we could live

I spoke to an old lady once about her life and this is what she had to say to me.

"What do you see, people, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her 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 stocking 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,
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 with a father and mother,
brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

As a bride, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-seven now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At fifty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty-four once more, babies play round myknee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
But love is still held in my old heart.
Inside this old carcass a young girl 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."

Time and tide indeed waits for no man and the best thing we can do is to try to live life to its fullest.

Does the most tragic statement in life begins with "I regret..."?

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