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Boogie for the Bayou: A Swamp Pop Concert for Coastal Recovery set at the Paragon Sept. 5
Paragon Casino Resort proudly presents Boogie for the Bayou-A Swamp Pop Concert featuring Louisiana’s swamp pop entertainers in the Mari Showroom on Sunday, September 5. The Boogie Kings, Willie ...
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Milo A. Nickel, Sr. If you know or have someone in a nursing home you may want to pass this along. I have personally been with persons like this and wondered how much they knew what was going on. We must love and cherish all in this predicament and realize that they are God’s children left in our care. When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet! The Crabby Old Man said: What do you see, nurses? ... What do you see? What are you thinking ... When you’re looking at me? A crabby old man, ... not very wise, Uncertain of habit ... with faraway 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 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 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 need me to guide ... and a secure happy home. A man of Thirty ... My 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’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 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. Tis jest to make old age ... look like a fool. The body, it crumbles ... grace and vigor, depart. There is now a stone ... where I once had a heart. But inside this old body ... a young guy 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, nurses ... open and see. Not a crabby old man ... Look closer ... see ... ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... we will all, one day, be there, too! The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart. And that’s my story and I am sticking to it. (Milo A. Nickel is from Crowley, Louisiana, and is a retired publisher of the Crowley Post Signal as well as other South Louisiana newspapers.) Columnist - The MAN
Milo A. Nickel, Sr. If you know or have someone in a nursing home you may want to pass this along. I have personally been with persons like this and wondered how much they knew what was going on...
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