The last verses capricious old man

Great poem about the transience of life, found in a nursing home in the godforsaken town in Avstralii.Kogda this old man died in a nursing home in the small Australian town, everyone thought that he died, leaving no trace of it.

Later, when the nurse dismantled his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its meaning and content so impressed the staff nursing homes that quickly dispersed copies of all workers institutions. One nurse took a copy of Melbourne.

The only testament old man has since appeared at Christmas in magazines all over the country, as well as in publications for psychologists. This old man who died in a godforsaken town in Australia, amazed people around the world the depth of his soul.

Website is a word for word translation of the poem, after reading that it is impossible to look at older people the same way again.



"Moody old man" What do you see doctors, you see,
Looking at me? What do you think?
"Oh, this cranky old man, is not grown wise over the years,
With the strange life and the absence of eyes »?

Which sits over the plate and is silent,
When my sister screaming in a frenzy - eat!
Who does not notice your efforts
And constantly loses all: the shoes, the socks.

Who, resisting or not,
It will be done with it all that is needed.
Day is nothing else to fill,
Except in the morning to bathe and feed in the afternoon.

This you think? This you see?
Then open your eyes, the doctors. You do not look at me.
But, so if I sit here quietly,
Obeying your orders and fulfilling desires,
I'll tell you a little about myself and about what I feel myself.

I - a ten-year boy living with my dad, mom,
Brothers and sisters, and our family - the most loving in the world.

I - inspired teenager sixteen years,
Wants to meet love,
And I - the groom, who is twenty. From the curse, which I have just given,
My heart leaps.

Here I have twenty-five, and I have a kid,
He needs the care, protection, home and family.
It grows very quickly, and at thirty
I understand that the family ties are tightly bound us forever.

At forty my woman does not let me be sad,
When the children left home,
A fifty feet from my kids played,
Again we were children, my love and I.

But me hanging black cloud: my wife is dead.
I was horrified to look to the future, trembling from what is waiting for me there.

Now I live for children and their children.
I think of the years gone by, the love that I had.
Now I'm an old man ... and life, cruel thing,
It makes me look stupid.

My body is falling apart, the force disappears,
In the place where once was the heart, the stone is now.
But inside the decrepit shell still lives a young man
With a heart that is still beating like a battery.

I remember everything: joy and pain.
I love this life and live it as before.
Time was so little, and it flew by so fast,
And I know that nothing in this world lasts forever.

So open your eyes, people!
Open and look at the "capricious old man».
Look carefully! And see me ...

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Original poem, which in English sounds very poetic, can be found here.





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