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IN People ON 11 Jan, 2016
We have old age home and hospitals where many senious citizens can be found who are virtually forgotten. People leave there parents unattended and do not even care about them. They do not return to check on them or see whether they are dead or alive!! Even the nurses do not have time to find out the real person behind there patients.
Mak Filiser also had no one and owned nothing. Yet after his death a nurse found an incredible precious thing in his stuff....
However, when they started to clean his ward after his demise. They found something that was incredible- "A POEM". The nurse who found it was so impressed that she made copies and distributed it to every employee.
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!'
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.
As I do 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.
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,
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 vigor, depart.There is now a stone.. where I once had a heart.
And now and again...my battered heart swellsI 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.
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