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When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of small hospital near
>Dundee,
> > > Scotland, it was felt thatshe had nothing left of any value. Later, when
> > the
> > > nurses were going through her meager
> > > possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed
> > > staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the
> > hospital.
> > > One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to
> > posterity
> > > has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the
> > > North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentatio has
>also
> > > been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old
> > > Scottish with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of
>this
> > > "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.
> > >
> > > An Old Lady's Poem
> > > What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
> > > What are you thinking when you're looking at me
> > > A crabby old woman, not very wise,
> > > uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
> > > Who dribbles her 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 stocking 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,
> > > I'm a small child of ten ...with a father and mother,
> > > brothers and sisters, who love one another.
> > > A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet
> > > dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet
> > > A bride 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 woman 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 man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
> > > At fifty once more, babies play ro und my knee,
> > > again we know children, my loved one and me.
> > > Dark days are upon me, my husband is 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 woman ...and nature is cruel;
> > > 'Tis 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 girl 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 crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!!
> > > Remember this poem when you next meet an old person
> > > who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within....
> > > We will one day be there, too!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> >
 
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