Extracted these cartoon images from The Star @ August 31, 2010.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
"Cranky Old Man"
Stumbled across this poem and would like to share this with you:
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.....they must be felt by the heart.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in country N.S.W, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre 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 Melbourne . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . .. . . .What do you see?
What are you thinking ..... . . . ... when you're looking at me?
A cranky 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 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 is 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.
It's 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 carcass.. .. . .. a young man 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, people . . . . . . . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man. Look closer . . . . see . . . . . .... . ME!!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM:
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre 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 Melbourne . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . .. . . .What do you see?
What are you thinking ..... . . . ... when you're looking at me?
A cranky 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 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 is 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.
It's 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 carcass.. .. . .. a young man 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, people . . . . . . . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man. Look closer . . . . see . . . . . .... . ME!!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM:
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.....they must be felt by the heart.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Great Thoughts & Wisdom
主題： 世界好友週
將這一則有意義的電郵，連帶我的心意，一併送給你。雖不常見面；朋友，不一定要時常掛在嘴邊，因為，一切都在心中。
與此同時，祝你身體健康，平安順利。
Very good, very true, very meaningful !!!
出生一張紙，開始一輩子；
畢業一張紙，奮鬥一輩子；
婚姻一張紙，折磨一輩子；
做官一張紙，鬥爭一輩子；
看到了，發給每一個你珍惜的朋友.
Generously shared by Alina Ko Wai Meng
Monday 17 May 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
"Balance Sheet of Life"
For those who are familiar with accounting.... this actually sums up what life is all about?
(A wisdom shared by a wise-man!)
Our Birth is our Opening Balance!
Our Death is our Closing Balance!
Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities
Our Creative Ideas are our Assets
Heart is our Current Asset
Soul is our Fixed Asset
Brain is our Fixed Deposit
Thinking is our Current Account
Achievements are our Capital
Character & Morals, our Stock-in-Trade
Friends are our General Reserves
Values & Behaviour are our Goodwill
Patience is our Interest Earned
Love is our Dividend
Children are our Bonus Issues
Education is Brands / Patents
Knowledge is our Investment
Experience is our Premium Account
The Aim is to Tally the
Balance Sheet Accurately.
The Goal is to get the
"Best Presented Accounts Award"
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