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There was a young lady from ClaphamWho had too many kids and would slap ‘em, Till the council said, “Cease!”Now she calls the policeAnd they come round with tazers and zap ‘em.
Do Not Judge Me
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Do not judge me from the outside<o:p></o:p>
Behind the respectable façade, <o:p></o:p>
Drying skin, tired eyes,<o:p></o:p>
Graying hair and poker face,<o:p></o:p>
Is a bright ‘young girl’<o:p></o:p>
Who loves to dance and flirt, <o:p></o:p>
Ride often on her motorbike,<o:p></o:p>
To shock and scream and laugh<o:p></o:p>
Don’t let this old frame deceive you<o:p></o:p>
It hides a youthful heart,<o:p></o:p>
A lively mind, a yearning, still,<o:p></o:p>
To live life to the full<o:p></o:p>
Do not judge me on the outside<o:p></o:p>
I could still shake you yet.
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Author Barbara Fisher
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When an old lady died, in the geriatric ward of a small hospital, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value. <o:p></o:p>
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Later, when the nurses were going through her meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content impressed the staff so much that they made copies and distributed them to every nurse in the hospital. <o:p></o:p>
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What do you see, nurses, <o:p></o:p>
What do you see? <o:p></o:p>
What are you thinking, <o:p></o:p>
When you’re looking at me? <o:p></o:p>
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A crabby old woman,<o:p></o:p>
Not very wise?<o:p></o:p>
Uncertain of habit,<o:p></o:p>
With faraway eyes? <o:p></o:p>
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Who dribbles her food<o:p></o:p>
And makes no reply,<o:p></o:p>
When you say in a loud voice,<o:p></o:p>
“I do wish you’d try!”<o:p></o:p>
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Who seems not to notice<o:p></o:p>
The things that you do,<o:p></o:p>
And forever is losing<o:p></o:p>
A stocking or shoe<o:p></o:p>
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Who, resisting or not,<o:p></o:p>
Lets you do as your will,<o:p></o:p>
With bathing and feeding<o:p></o:p>
The long day to fill.<o:p></o:p>
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Is that what you’re thinking? <o:p></o:p>
Is that what you see? <o:p></o:p>
Then open your eyes, nurse<o:p></o:p>
You’re looking at me<o:p></o:p>
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I’ll tell you who I am<o:p></o:p>
As I sit here so still,<o:p></o:p>
As I do at your bidding<o:p></o:p>
As I eat at your will<o:p></o:p>
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I’m a small child of ten<o:p></o:p>
With a Father and Mother,<o:p></o:p>
Brothers and sisters<o:p></o:p>
Who love one another<o:p></o:p>
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A young girl of sixteen<o:p></o:p>
With wings on her feet,<o:p></o:p>
Dreaming that soon now<o:p></o:p>
A lover she’ll meet<o:p></o:p>
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A bride soon at twenty<o:p></o:p>
My heart gives a leap,<o:p></o:p>
Remembering the vows<o:p></o:p>
That I promised to keep <o:p></o:p>
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At twenty-five now<o:p></o:p>
I have young of my own,<o:p></o:p>
Who need me to guide<o:p></o:p>
And a secure happy home<o:p></o:p>
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A woman of thirty<o:p></o:p>
My young now grown fast,<o:p></o:p>
Bound to each other<o:p></o:p>
With ties that should last<o:p></o:p>
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At forty my young sons<o:p></o:p>
Have grown and are gone,<o:p></o:p>
But my man’s beside me<o:p></o:p>
To see I don’t mourn<o:p></o:p>
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At fifty, once more<o:p></o:p>
Babies play round my knee<o:p></o:p>
Again we know children,<o:p></o:p>
My loved one and me<o:p></o:p>
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Dark days are upon me<o:p></o:p>
My husband is dead,<o:p></o:p>
I look at the future<o:p></o:p>
I shudder with dread<o:p></o:p>
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For my young are all rearing<o:p></o:p>
Young of their own,<o:p></o:p>
And I think of the years<o:p></o:p>
And the love that I’ve known<o:p></o:p>
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I’m now an old woman<o:p></o:p>
And nature is cruel,<o:p></o:p>
‘Tis jest to make old age<o:p></o:p>
Look like a fool <o:p></o:p>
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The body it crumbles<o:p></o:p>
Grace and vigour depart,<o:p></o:p>
There is now a stone<o:p></o:p>
Where I once had a heart<o:p></o:p>
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But inside this old carcass<o:p></o:p>
A young girl still dwells,<o:p></o:p>
And now and again<o:p></o:p>
My battered heart swells <o:p></o:p>
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I remember the joys<o:p></o:p>
I remember the pain, <o:p></o:p>
And I’m loving and living<o:p></o:p>
Life over again<o:p></o:p>
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I think of the years<o:p></o:p>
All too few, gone too fast,<o:p></o:p>
And accept the stark fact<o:p></o:p>
That nothing can last<o:p></o:p>
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So, open your eyes, people<o:p></o:p>
Open and see<o:p></o:p>
Not a crabby old woman<o:p></o:p>
Look closer…it’s ME!<o:p></o:p>
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It made me cry when I first read it, busafeller.
Nature is cruel, it ages our bodies but not our minds, we all still feel a lot younger in our heads than we actually are.
If it ever comes to me having to go into a home pass me a gun!
I worked in one, as a cleaner, and the smell and staff put me off for life!
I went to the pictures tomorrow and took a front seat at the back, I fell from the pit to the gallery and broke a front bone in my back, Admission free, pay at the door, bring you own seats, and sit on the floor!
in the stillness of night,
in the glare of day,
i ride my bikes to you,
up that bloody MOTORWAY!!!!
in the rain ,in the sun,
i sing as i go,
this is dedicated to a lady i know,
as i charge along,
mile after mile,
knowing at journey's end,
there's always THAT smile.xxx
spider,spider on the wall,
ain't you got no folks at all?,
ain't you got no mum or dad?,
oh by golly,ain't that sad..........
SPLAT!!!apologies to all arachnid lovers.hahahahahahaahaha
the first time we met ,
you confused me,
i was unsure of just who you are,
i've now learnt you're not just one person,
but together we'll really go far.xx
silly old dawg,wherever you are,chase them squirrels,chase them far,the rabbits used to look back and laugh,different now you're a member of "STAFF"......................hahaharf
My heart is sunk and moist is eye,
As nothing is more painful than the last goodbye,
These two words would change my life forever,
As a life without you, i thought never...
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