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!'
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 your 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 ten with a father and mother,
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,
As I do at 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.
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 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,
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,
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.
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 I once 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 ,l look closer see ME!!
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.
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 ,l look closer see ME!!
Whitesnakes do it better ..................... so the story goes.
4 comments:
I believe we all think about it from time to time, but as long as we don't dwell on it, we should be fine - and just fade away.
Old fart xxxx
I love looking, really looking into the eyes of the elderly. Knowing they have seen the world, I beg for stories. Though I don't care to be at the will of a nurse, nurses are angels walking the earth. Great poem, thought provoking and I loved it!
you have an excellent way with words. this piece is very moving
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