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Re: Inilah janda yang perlu dikawini

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  • RM Danardono HADINOTO
    Apalagi kalau si janda Madonna, B. Spears, J. Lopes atau Beyonce.. DH ... near ... Christmas
    Message 1 of 3 , Dec 8, 2006
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      Apalagi kalau si janda Madonna, B. Spears, J. Lopes atau Beyonce..

      DH

      --- In ppiindia@yahoogroups.com, "Kartono Mohamad" <kmjp47@...> wrote:
      >
      > Kalau ada janda sangat tua tetapi kaya raya, saya mau deh.
      > KM
      >
      > -------Original Message-------
      >
      > From: ppiindia@yahoogroups.com
      > Date: 12/08/06 08:49:40
      > To: ppiindia@yahoogroups.com
      > Subject: [ppiindia] Inilah janda yang perlu dikawini
      >
      > When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital
      near
      > Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any
      > value. Later, when the nurses were going through her 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 Ireland. The old
      > lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the
      Christmas
      > edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for
      > Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her
      > simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with
      > nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this
      > "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet:
      >
      > Crabby Old Woman
      >
      > What do you see, nurses?
      > What do you see?
      > What are you thinking
      > When you're looking at me?
      >
      > A crabby old woman,
      > Not very wise?
      > Uncertain of habit,
      > With faraway eyes?
      >
      > Who dribbles her 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 stocking or two.
      >
      > 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 girl of sixteen
      > With wings on her feet
      > Dreaming that soon now
      > A lover she'll meet.
      >
      > A bride 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 woman 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 man'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 husband is 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 woman
      > 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 carcass
      > A young girl 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 crabby old woman;
      > Look closer, see ME!
      >
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