The grumpy old man, a poem that makes the buzz
This is the story of an old Australian man, a grumpy old man who died alone and penniless in the geriatric ward of a nursing home ...
After his death, when his business took off nurses, they found a poem. Impressed by its quality, they decided to distribute it in the hospital. Quickly, he toured the services because it touches and moves the various readers ... To be published in editions of several magazines Christmas.
Today it is the buzz on the web ...
"The grumpy old man"
"What do you see, nurses? ... What do you see?
What do you think ... when you look at me?
At a grumpy old man ... not very wise.
Usually uncertain ... with faraway eyes?
Avoiding his food ... and unresponsive.
When you say it out loud ... "I want you to try! "Who seems not to notice ... things you do.
And still losing ... a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not ... you can do what you want me washing and feeding me ... long day to fill?
Is this what you think? ... Is this what you see?
So then open your eyes, nurse ... you do not look at me.
I'll tell you who I am ... while I am sitting here.
While I do what you want ... I eat at your will.
I am a young boy of ten ... with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters ... who love each other.
A young boy of sixteen ... with wings instead of feet, Dreaming that soon ... I meet a lover.
A husband twenty years now ... my heart jumped.
Remembering the vows that I promised ... to honor.
At twenty-five years now ... I have a son to me, Who needs my guidance ... and a happy home and safe.
A man of thirty ... my son now grown fast, Bound to each other ... with links made to last.
At forty, my young son ... grew up and left, but my wife is beside me ... to ensure that I do not cry.
At fifty, once more ... babies clinging to my knee, Again we know children ... my beloved and me.
Dark days are upon me ... my wife is now dead.
I see the future ... I shudder with dread.
While raising my children ... young of their own, I think of the years ... and the love that I've known.
I am now an old man ... and nature is cruel, Made to make the old ... to look stupid.
The body crumbles ... grace and force parties.
There is now a stone ... where once I had a heart.
But inside this old carcass ... a young man still lives, and from time to time ... my heart beat swells.
I remember the joy ... I remember the pain, And I love and respect ... life again.
I think of the years, too few ... past too quickly. I accept the fact and austere ... that nothing can last.
Then open your eyes, people ... open and see, Not a grumpy old man, look closer, see ... Me! '