Sunday, April 28, 2013

Young at Heart!




When an old woman died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through her meagre possessions, they found this letter;

What do you see nurses? what do you see?

What are you thinking when you're looking at me?

A cranky old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her 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 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,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of Sixteen, with wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now, a lover she'll meet.
A bride 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 woman 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 husband 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 husband is now dead.
I look at the future I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing with young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,
And now and again, my battered heart swells
I remember the joy, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few and gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see.
Not a cranky old woman,
Look closer and see ME!

Unknown Author.


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