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Dark days are upon me, my husband is 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 an old woman now, and nature is cruel. 'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
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What are you thinking, when you look at me- A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away 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, unresisting or not; lets you do as you ...
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Feb 5, 2010 · I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life all over again. I think of the years all too few and gone too fast, And I accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes nurse, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, see me! ( This poem was written by a woman in a hospital geriatric ward..
I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still, As I use at your bidding, and eat at your will, I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters who loved one another, A young girl of 16, with wings on her feet, Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet. A bride soon at 20, my heart give a leap.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man's 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 husband is dead; I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
Are you thinking, when you look at me, A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away 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 loosing a stocking or shoe. Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will ...
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Sep 8, 2004 · A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet, dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet. A bride 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 woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
