Salvatore Giuseppe Sichi - Cranky Old Man - song based on the poem

[@cyrilzaborski2390]

MERCI merci merci pour cette superbe reprise de ce poème, trouvé par hasard, qui m'a tant bouleversé.

[@georgeeinstein781]

A lady named Cristina sent this song to me, and I thank her for it.

[@woowididit]

Very touching

[@ConnieIsMijnNaam]

Dit moet viral gaan, zo mooi. Prachtig gespeeld.

[@lamtuvi]

Thank you so much for your sharing!. Life is short.

[@Sunny_Dresstoinpress]

❤❤❤

[@leondelucia7020]

Incredible!

[@guadalupegomez6803]

Sooo beautiful!

[@judibooher5323]

Beautifully done💗🤗🙏

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[@BanderaLatina]

Dank je...prachtige woorden hè...

[@chuongnguyen3230]

Hello From Vietnam👏👏

[@BanderaLatina]

Hello! 😁

[@BanderaLatina]

Thank you!

[@JackGAdams]

Very nicely sang....You had the same idea as I ....uploaded my take on this poem a couple of dys ago

[@veki0301]

Beautiful...

[@BRUMHILDA08]

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, 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!!