Daily Cheer... (4)

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A cat meets snow for the first time

Cat meets snow (Original) - YouTube

Thank you Brenda

 

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Yes, you are certainly blessed, to know a few who are

 

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filling voids II

 

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Look what I found

See 'how-long' it takes you, to 'twig'
just what is 'wrong' in this text


if you need a clue




I can give you....... "By: baby doll"

dave

As this is just for fun
I will supply the solution in the very next post LOL




Not that you would be tempted to go peek.....



would you ?

 

[davedajobauk]

the solution....

Yes! a very apt 'adjective' / 'verb'


LOL


Just having-fun




I really hate to drop a bombshell anywhere BUT!!!!

If.... 'THAT' photo ^^ up-there ^^ is representing 1/4 cup + 1/4 cup +1/2 of a cup = 1 cup [?]

that SURE IS, a really TINY set of feet

Indeed they ARE!!!
THE TINIEST!!!! LITTLE f e e t _ that I have E V E R seen

........sorry!

The imagination..... sorta, run amok


dave

 

[davedajobauk]

Pan pipe [version of] Amazing-Grace


FaithTap: Proof God is All Around Us

 

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[davedajobauk]

----- Original Message -----
From:


To:

Sent:

Subject:
FW: Fw:Fw: CRANKY OLD MAN....SUPERB




***** IF YOU GET TO THE END OF THIS
WITHOUT A LUMP IN YOUR THROAT YOU'RE A HARD CASE ! ! ! ! ! ! ****

Subject: CRANKY OLD MAN....SUPERB



When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an
Australian country town, 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 Microsoft 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 vigour, 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 . . . .. . . .that have 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!!

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!

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[davedajobauk]

heh heh heh

dave

 

[Susie~Q]

----- Original Message -----
From:


To:

Sent:

Subject:
FW: Fw:Fw: CRANKY OLD MAN....SUPERB




***** IF YOU GET TO THE END OF THIS
WITHOUT A LUMP IN YOUR THROAT YOU'RE A HARD CASE ! ! ! ! ! ! ****

Subject: CRANKY OLD MAN....SUPERB



When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an
Australian country town, 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 Microsoft 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 withdread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . .. .. . . .And the love that I'veknown.

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 vigour, 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 . . . .. . . .that have 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!!

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!

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That is beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing.

 

[Susie~Q]

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LOL, I agree, this is very popular right now I am sure in my America, not so much yet, I doubt over here in New Zealand however.

 

[davedajobauk]

'history' UNKNOWN
'intention' APPEARS OBVIOUS
'future' UNKNOWN

 

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Sustainable Man Top 100 Viral Posts of 2013 - #39

Horace Burgess (in Tennessee) built a tree house,
with a whopping 1,000 square meters (nearly 11,000 square feet)
and standing 90 feet tall.
It took fifteen years.

Post Date: 11/2
Original Post: http://on.fb.me/1hnc5XL





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[davedajobauk]

Take a few moments to 'close your eyes'
and think now about your childhood BEFORE clicking on the video link


https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=3645049717495

 

[Susie~Q]

Take a few moments to 'close your eyes'
and think now about your childhood BEFORE clicking on the video link


https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=3645049717495

I remember those days, they were wonderful.