Posted on 04/06/2018 7:57:50 PM PDT by MNDude
When someone here has a name like Morgana, metmom, or MNdude, it is easy to guess the gender.
However, I have to admit I probably do not know the gender of over half of you now when I think about it, even though I read posts from you for many years.
If you have a gender-neutral name like reformedliberal, could you let us know which gender you really are? This way I will never accidentally call you ma'am if you are male!
It’s is udderly impossible to forget ELSIE!
Somewhere, there's an algorithm for this. See tagline.
But; as a teen; did you EVER snort a conundrum up your nose?
Today I have chosen to be male don’t know about tomorrow. I have to decide before my next democratic meeting!
WHAT??
Not MoNtana??
(I just KNEW it couldn’t be MichigaN)
Then there is the female deer John.
Well then; give it a hug for me, and tell it that things WILL be better in the future.
Any doubt?
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What do you see nurses?
What are you thinking
A crabby old man,
Uncertain of habit,
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What do you see?
when you're looking at me?
who is not very wise,
with faraway eyes?
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Who dribbles his food,
When you say in a loud voice,
Who seems not to notice
And forever is losing
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and makes no reply.
'I do wish you'd try!'
the things that you do.
a sock or shoe?
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Who, resisting or not,
With bathing and feeding
Is that what you're thinking?
Then open your eyes, nurse:
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lets you do as you will,
the long day to fill?
Is that what you see?
you're not looking at me.
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I'll tell you who I am,
As I do at your bidding,
I'm a small child of Ten,
Brothers and sisters
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as I sit here so still,
as I eat at your will.
with a father and mother,
who love one another.
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A young boy of Sixteen,
Dreaming that soon now
A groom soon at Twenty,
Remembering, the vows
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with wings on his feet.
a lover he'll meet.
my heart gives a leap.
that I promised to keep.
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At Twenty-Five, now
Who need me to guide,
A man of Thirty,
Bound to each other
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I have young of my own.
and a secure happy home.
my young now grown fast,
with ties that should last.
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At Forty, my young sons
But my woman's beside me
At Fifty, once more,
Again, we know children;
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have grown and are gone,
to see I don't mourn.
babies play 'round my knee,
my loved one and me.
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Dark days are upon me:
I look at the future,
For my young are all rearing
And I think of the years
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my wife is now dead.
and shudder with dread.
young of their own.
and the love that I've known.
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I'm now an old man
Tis jest to make old age
The body, it crumbles;
There is now a stone
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and nature is cruel.
look like a fool.
grace and vigor, depart.
where I once had a heart.
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But inside this old carcass,
And now and again
I remember the joys;
And I'm loving and living
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a young guy still dwells,
my battered heart swells.
I remember the pain.
life over again.
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I think of the years, all too few:
And accept the stark fact
So open your eyes, people;
Not a crabby old man;
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gone too fast.
that nothing can last.
open and see.
Look closer . . . see ME!!
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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his 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 Missouri .
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
What an ordinary thing to say.
On FR, an interesting thread;
Says things that will mess with your head!
As we squeal with delight,
or spit back with great spite;
It just proves that our brains ain’t all DEAD!
Eh; that's kinda like a first date.
Pressing the In Forum button is like culling conversations over YEARS of dating.
In Indiana; we once tried to make you equal to 3.
You just need to start hanging around men who are older than you. If they still have a pulse, they'll definitely consider you a chick.
I'm a late middle-aged man, so I consider all younger women to be chicks.
And many are still "hot"chicks!
Yeah, it's great to be alive!
Conundrum...no.
Perhaps a Cadillac!
Sadly, there’s a difference in the way you are treated if some FReepers know you are female.
Some FReeper guys are of the persuasion in their treatment of women that is the very reason feminism arose in the first place.
In retrospect, I would have chosen a gender neutral name if I had known how it was going to fall out.
If in doubt, use *he*.
The female FReeper will not mind at all and you won’t have to worry about offending the dudes.
Every body thinks I am a gal because I used my official job at the Naval Academy and some think I am actually a Naps Coordinator for people......what kind of job is that? Actually it sounds rather easy so if it ever becomes a thing, scheduling people’s naps? sign me up.
LOL!
Some of my friends at church call me “young lady,” but I think they’re just being kind.
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