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Man Who Died in a Nursing Home, Left Something That Reduced the Nurses to Tears

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(N.Morgan) Nursing homes are where many of our elderly end up, lonely and forgotten. The residents lives revolve around visits or phone calls, many of which never come. They are surrounded by disappointment and pain, sickness and death..

The elderly should be our most cherished and respected, however they are often forgotten about.

After one particular elderly gentleman passed away, the nurses who were cleaning up his room, found something that left them in tears.

A last parting gift, the gentleman left an eye opening poem that expresses the highs and lows of a life long lived.

What do you see nurses? What do you see?

What are you thinking, when you look at me?

A cranky old man, not very wise,

What are you thinking, when you look 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 a 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 you 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 10, 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 25, 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 that 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 vigor depart,

There is now a stone, where once I 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!

This poem is a reminder that we never grow old in our hearts. 

References:

http://www.whydontyoutrythis.com/2016/01/a-man-who-died-in-a-nursing-home-left-something-that-brought-the-nurses-to-tears.html

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    Total 18 comments
    • medtes

      I see you…

      • truthlovingsoul

        me too.

        cried a tear.

    • santiago

      Only in the so-called western “culture”,especially in the US,old people end up in nursing homes.In most of the world they are taken care of by their families and valued for their wisdom and experience.

      • Anonymous

        They’re called pensioners and get warehoused in cramped apartment blocs, until the point of palliative care.

    • GangsterScott

      I see you bro…

    • ElOregonian

      That airman in the picture sure looks like a deer in the headlights, instead of a young man looking forward with happiness to the rest of his life with his new bride.

      • santiago

        He just realised his mistake :lol:

    • The Clucker

      So it took that for them to realize he’s still a person?

    • Pink Slime

      Hello Angle#3(prelim),

      Charlie here. The poem does tell me he is a cranky old man. :lol:

      I always complain how fast time goes by and people older than me tell me wait till you reach my age!! In the future people don’t marry and your mind will be altered. You will not remember anything. Says so in the Bible.

      Something else is coming. A RESTORATION of some kind.

      Signed,

      Charlie (so you have a nice doughnut day) :lol:

      • The Real Deal

        Still haven’t gotten a life, huh, boy? Still on here everyday acting like a child with your Charlie Angle nonsense. Why don’t you grow up and go out and get a job. I’m tired of my tax dollars feeding your fat ass while you sit on here typing childish drivel all day. Loser.

        • Pink Slime

          You are not tired of the phony negro as your leader? His mind altered by drugs and sodomy.

          Everyday he works to tear this country down and remove all your God-given rights. And you work everyday paying him the taxes he needs to do this.

          I think they call your negro the “petulant” child. Are you STUPID?

      • Jack Shlitz

        You will not remember anything. Says so in the Bible….”

        Where???

        • Pink Slime

          It’s in Revelation and the OT. Everyday that passes is GONE forever. No one will return to it. Nor should there be any desire too.

    • Dustdevil

      She’s only happy in that picture, because while he’s deployed, she just found out that a simple call to his CO and her money problems in the states ends immediately. They don’t call them ‘BASE WIVES’ for just any old reason.

      I transferred from one infantry company to another due to a leg injury, as my former company went on deployment. I’m hopping around the barracks on crutches for two weeks while on day 3 of their deployment, I watch the CO’s NEW WIFE pull up in her black 280ZX, watch a Corporal from Lima Company downstairs jump in the car I knew, that I could see through the tinted glass on as the interior light was on, and off the car went. Six hours later, the car comes back and as he gets out of the car, he looks like he’s been wind-surfing a dolphin for days.

      I’m not aware of too many ‘good wives’ that were ‘well-behaved ones’ in the service. This old man clearly had some harshly-tinted rose colored glasses in much of his younger years. Cheers to the fact he fought off ‘heart of stone’ until he hit the nursing home. I wish I could have done that.

    • Geeper

      Googling this:

      “This is an Australian version of several older stories that have circulated in the United States and the UK for many years. The stories attached to this version of the poem are fictional. The scenario described in the message did not happen and the poem was not found in the belongings of an old man in a nursing home as claimed. The poem itself has a long and somewhat obscure history. The original version featured an old woman rather than an old man and is sometimes attributed to English nurse Phyllis McCormack who reportedly penned it in the 1960′s. The “old man” version of the poem was apparently adapted from the original by David L. Griffith of Texas and can be seen in its original context on the poet’s website.”

    • Anonymous

      Lost a sock, or got a little bit of food on your face.

      Some of our parents (maybe, many of our parents) misbehaved, just short of imprisonable offences, continuously — for decades.

    • cloudyswift

      When Materialism is the be-all, end-all, Might is then Right. Should Spirituality exists, how will the materialised be able to realise that “infinite” realm, The Spiritual being “Infinite” when viewed from The Material. To the rescue comes the 2 components of “The Soul” [which is comprised of 5 “Components”] which exists within both The Material and The Spiritual. Namely, “Fire” and “Ether”/”Space”.

      Like it, believe it, realise it, or not, Divinity not only exists and is beyond the clutches of Religion & Religiosity, The Divine is actually The Spiritually Benevolent. The One who is not only Omnipresent, Omniscient and Omnipotent but is actually The Energy Creator – but with one caveat, which is that by Blindly Accepting or Blindly Rejecting the above, that of being Religious sustained by Its Belief-System/”Religiosity”, Divinity will become merely Of Religion & Religiosity [R&R], said R&R being “The Mesmeric Tentacle of The Bookie”, said Bookie being The One who profits off/from “Disagreement”. More so when there is no Real Disagreement other than there being Division, aka The Ponzi Scheme that is The First sustained by Its Last, The Facades/Cultures of Malevolence being Fame, Fortune & Immortality. You know, when Da Bigge Crooks have The Small Crooks to snare in order to “Get Away With Murder”. But not when Reality/Divinity/Benevolence/Energy-Creativity empowers via Unity/Sharing whereas Relativity/Humanity/Malevolence/Energy-Transformation empowers via Division/”Hierarchy”.

      When Knowledge, which is The Potential, is not empowerable/attainable, it becomes/accumulates-to-being The Attempt at Owning said Knowledge. That of becoming a Religion, The MO of Humanity being Of Ownership-Issue, said Ownership-Issue being The Addiction to self-Damage. One reason why jokers/The-Insane are always posturing via Hypocrisy as Sanity. You know, when Paedophiles are yakking-on about, “Caring for Children”, or when Beggars-Thieves are posturing as “Politicians” for The Vast Majority to “vote” between Beggary and Thievery. But not when when Beggary is Thievery suppressed with Thievery merely being Beggary expressed. Much like the duty of “Da Charity Komittee” is to have First Dibs at servicing their Remuneration, hee-hee, haw-haw. Alakazam or what …..

      The Comforted are those who love being cleansed by Another after every toilet visit. You know, when The Comforted are The Already Perfect, The Number Oners, Nazis, Fascists, The Chosened, and similar Ding Dong Merrily on High KontrolFreaks-kum-AbandonedNutters. But not when no “Cleanser” has the hygiene of The Comforted at heart. Hands up those who “would like to Disagree”. Really? Yore bottom is, “Smoother Than a Baby’s”, perhaps? But not when, say, The Legacy of Amerika is Genocide, Slavery & Plunder which is why The Lament of Amerikans is that they have lost their Number Oneness. All say “Aaahhh” for the ex-Nazis. Take Heart because Nazism is alive and well where The DNA of Downtown TelAviv-Kiev is running amok.

    • jbw

      N. Morgan: You are SMOKING HOT………….

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