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I found this on facebook today and it hit a nerve , it makes you realise what an old person can be thinking when all around might not realise

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 meagre 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.

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!!

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!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.

They must be felt by the heart

TerenceMealing
3 weeks ago
What do you think of this?
blacklabrador
blacklabrador3 weeks ago

That is indeed a lovely, touching poem.

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Ann1984
Ann19843 weeks ago

Though you would like to watch the video version I shared this poem over a year ago

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angelik
angelik3 weeks ago

That is a lovely poem, I haven't come across this before so thanks for sharing.

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Ann1984
Ann19843 weeks ago

Lynibis remember this poem your granddaughter showed you

https://www.latestdeals.co.uk/chat/ageist

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Lynibis
Lynibis3 weeks ago

Well done finding that Ann. I never seem to have much luck when searching chat. You are quite right my granddaughter and I were talking about getting old and she showed me this poem from the male perspective. A couple of years later I asked if she could find it again and she came up with the female version which I then posted.

From a poet's point of view it isn't the best example, but it certainly evokes an emotional response.

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Ann1984
Ann19843 weeks ago

Lynibis it does indeed I think this is the type of thing that should be a advert on tv

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Lynibis
Lynibis3 weeks ago

Ann1984 what a fantastic idea. I can imagine it going well alongside an awareness campaign for dementia/Alzheimer's or a charity ad, ssshhh don't tell TheChimp

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Ann1984
Ann19843 weeks ago

Lynibis 😂🤣 yeah we won’t tell him. I think if adverts actually meant something people wouldn’t fast forward

#thechimp

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TheChimp
TheChimp3 weeks ago

Lynibis Ann1984

I might sound like a grumpy old get, but I've got enough on my plate without the constant misery of charity adverts. And they've got 100 times more frequent since the pandemic.

I did adopt a penguin for MrsChimp with the WWF for Xmas though.

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Lynibis
Lynibis3 weeks ago

Ah, that's lovely, see, you're not a grumpy old git! I must admit I did agree with you as they make me feel so guilty and even if I gave a fiver it galls me to think that probably only 50p goes to the charity.

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