What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What do you think when you look at me?
A crabby 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, let’s 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 so still,
As I do your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of 10,with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young boy of 16, with wings on his feet,
Dreaming that soon a young lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at 20, my heart gives a leap,
Thinking of vows that I promised to keep.
At 25 now, I have young of my own
Who need me to guide them, plus a secure home.
A man of 30, my young have grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone
But my wife is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At 50, once more, babes play round my knees,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my loved one is dead,
I look at the future and shudder with dread.
My young youngs are all earing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love I have 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.
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 please, open and see,
Not a crabby old man. Look closer. See ME.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.