Man Who Died In A Nursing Home, Left Something That Brought The Nurses To Tears

The Nurses

Life is never easy, especially when old age arrives. No friends or relatives on the other hand, older people tend to be sheltered from nursing homes where nurses and doctors are the closest family.


An old man died in the nursing home where he spent the last years of his life, but what he left behind brought the staff to tears. While nurses were cleaning their room, they found a poem that the old man had written before his death. The poem was so moving that touched the hearts of everyone.

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What do you see nurses? What do you see?

What are you thinking when you look at me?

A man in a bad mood, it is not advisable

What are you thinking when you look at me?

A man in a bad mood, it is not advisable

uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.

When you say aloud: “I do wish you’d try!”

seems not to notice the things you do.

And it is always missing … a sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not allowed to do whatever you want,

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 are not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still,

How do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I am a little boy, 10, with a father and mother

brothers and sisters who love each other.

A boy of sixteen, with wings on his feet.

The dream that soon now a lover who will meet.

A bride soon at twenty, my heart gives a leap,

Recalling the votes, I promised to keep.

At age 25, now I have young of my own,

Who need you to guide me, and secure happy home.

A man of thirty, 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 beside me to see I do not mourn.

At fifty, once more babies play around my knee

Once we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my wife is dead.

I look at the future, I shudder with fear.

For my young are raising young of their own,

And I think of the years and the love I’ve ever known.

I am now an old man, and nature is cruel,

kidding to make old age look like a fool.

The body crumbles, grace and vigor output

There is now a stone where once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass of a young man still dwells

And occasionally, my battered heart swells.

remember the joy, I remember the pain,

And I’m loving and living, life again.

I think of the years, very few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark reality that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people, open and see:

is not a grumpy old man, Look closer, see ME!

Please share this with everyone you know and remember that in our hearts we are never old ….

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