The old man Bashny.Net

When the old man died in a nursing home in the small Australian town, everyone thought that he died without leaving her any valuable trace.
Later, when the nurse dismantled his meager belongings,
they found this poem. Its meaning and content so impressed the staff that copies of the poem quickly spread throughout the hospital staff.
One nurse took a copy to Melbourne ...
The only testament old man has since appeared in the Christmas magazines across the country, as well as in magazines for psychologists.
And this old man who died poor in the godforsaken town in Australia, and now the Internet explodes depth of his soul. (Here is a literal translation into Russian. In the English original verse sounds very poetic, and striking deep thoughts and the beauty of rhyme).

Capricious OLD
What do you see the nurse? What do you see?
What do you think when you look at me?
Moody old, stupid ...
With incomprehensible way of life, with missing eyes?

Transferring wasting food?
When you shout "Let's try!»
And it seems to you that he does not notice what you're doing.
Always losing socks or shoes?

No not insist on anything,
but allows you to do with him anything?
Day is nothing to fill,
besides swimming and feeding?

That's what you think? That's what you see? Open your eyes, nurse. You do not look at me. I'll tell you who I am.

Even sitting here quietly,
submitting your distribution,
eating at your request.
I still have a ten-year boy who lives with his father and mother,
Brothers and sisters and we all love each other.

A young boy of sixteen, with wings on his feet
I dream to meet the love of your life one of these days.
The groom, who will soon 20 and whose heart jumps,
Mindful of the oath, which promised to fulfill.

And now I'm twenty-five, and I have my baby.
Who needs my guidance, protection and home.
The person to whom the thirty! My baby has grown rapidly,
We are connected with each other unbreakable ties.

A forty my sons have grown up and left home.
But my woman next to me and she will not let me grieve.
And again fifty kids playing at my feet,
Again, we are children, and I have my favorite.

The darkness deepened over me - my wife is dead.
I look to the future and shudder with horror.

Now I live for the children and for their children.
And I think about the years ... the love that I had.
Now I'm an old man ... and the life of a cruel thing.
Mocking makes aging look stupid.

The body grows old and falling apart, the greatness and the power goes.
And now the place a stone where once was the heart.
But inside the decrepit shell still living young man,
Again and again the heart of the pulsating knocks

I remember all the joy I remember the pain.
And I love and live! In this life as before.
I think of the years that had so little
and which have flown so fast.

And I agree with the stubborn fact,
that nothing can last forever.
So open your eyes, people!
Open it and see. Not cranky old man!
Look closely and you will see me!





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