When the old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home , everyone believed not left behind anything of value. could not believe it when they realized their mistake.
Later, when the sisters went through some things Mak Filiser possessed, they found this poem, whose quality and the content sisters were so impressed that copies all employees are sent.
One of the nurses took my copy in Melbourne, and from there the song spread like wildfire around the world -. Simple, eloquent and very moving
What do you see nurses? . . … .What do you see?
What are you thinking … when you’re looking at me?
A man in a bad mood ,. . . . . .no very wise,
uncertain of habit …. . . . . .. With distant eyes?
Who dribbles her food … ….. and it offers no answer.
When you say aloud. .’I Wish they’d try! ‘
seems not to notice. . .The Things you do.
And it is always missing. . . . . …. A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not. . . … You can do whatever you want,
With bathing and feeding. . . .The Long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. That .IS what you see?
then open your eyes, nurse .you’re without looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am. . . . .. While I’m sitting here so still,
How do in your bidding …. . since eating at will.
I am a little boy of ten years. .with a father and mother,
brothers and sisters …. … That they love each other
A boy of sixteen. . . .. With winged feet
dreaming that soon now. . …. a lover who will meet.
A bride soon at twenty. . . ..my heart leaps.
Remember, the votes .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At twenty years now. . . . Young .I have my own.
Who need me to guide. . . And a secure happy home.
A man of thirty years. …. . . My young now grown fast,
linked together. . .. With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons .. .have grown and gone,
But my wife is my side. . to see that not mourn.
fifty, once again .. … Babies play around my knee
Again, we know children. . . . My dear and me.
dark days are upon me. . . . My wife is dead.
…. I look at the future. . . Tremble with fear.
For my young are with cria …. young of their own.
And I think over the years. . . And the love I’ve ever known.
I am an old man now. . . . . . .. And nature is cruel.
kidding to old age. . . . . . . with stupid face.
The body, it crumbles .. … the grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone. . . where once I had a heart.
But inside this old canal. A young man still dwells
And occasionally. . . . . my heart swells battered
remember the joys. . . . … I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living. . . . . . . life again.
I think of the years, very few. . .. Ido too fast.
And accept the stark reality. . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people …. . …. open and see.
it is not an old man in a bad mood.
Look closer. . . . see .. .. . .. ….. ME !!
The next time you encounter a person, remember this song, look deeper and see a young soul that lies under the helpless body.
The most beautiful things in the world can not be seen or touched, they must be felt with the heart, so share with your friends!