He Died Alone, in a Nursing Home, But His Words Will Make You Completely Change!

One old man died in a geriatric ward of a nursing home. The nurses first thought that he left nothing significant but they were so wrong.

After he died, one nurse searched through the belongings of MakFiliser’s and found a poem. It was so touching that she shared it with everyone in the nursing home.

One of the nurses sent the poem in Melbourne and afterward the song was spread through the world- so touching powerful, and simple.

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 by your will.

I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters who love one another

A young boy ofsixteenwith 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 just 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!!

So, after you read this poem, the next time you see an older person, look deep in his or her eyes and you might see a young soul trapped in a helpless body.

 

SOURCE: www.healthyfoodteam.com

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