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Man Died Alone In An Old Age Home. What He Left behind Brought Tears to Everyone’s Eyes

In a single dull medical home, there was clearly a silent man who also lived his last times writing a lovely poet regarding his existence. MakFiliser passed away in a nursing home leaving nothing at all behind him seemingly, when he by no means received any site visitors. When the full day came to remove Mak’s room, nevertheless, one doctor couldn’t consider what the girl found.

When cleaning his room, a poem was found by the nurse compiled by Mak. She began reading it, and, used because of it, produced everyone inside the nursing house a duplicate of the exceptional poem. In today’s culture when youngsters are departing all their parents in assisted living facilities, this can be a genuine eyesight opener. Our parents look after us our very existence, and love all of us unconditionally

The poem titled “Cranky Old Man” gives valuable life lessons -here it is:

Cranky Old Man

By MakFiliser

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 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 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 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.

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.

Look closer…see…ME!!!

 

Source:  healthyhabitshome.com

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