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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 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 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.
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Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking
when youre 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 youd 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 youre thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse
youre not looking at me.
Ill tell you who I am
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding
as I eat at your will.
Im 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 hell 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 dont 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 Ive known.
Im now an old man
and nature is cruel.
Its 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 man still dwells,
And now and again
my battered heart swells
I remember the joys
I remember the pain.
And Im 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!!
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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(originally by Phyllis McCormack "Crabbit Old Woman"; adapted by Dave Griffith, "Too Soon Old')
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