This old man was in a nursing home the last days of his life.
After death, everyone believed that he died without leaving a trace in it of value.
When the nurse began to dismantle his meager belongings, came across an interesting poem that workers struck its content and meaning.
One of the employees took up to Melbourne.
C Since then, he has appeared in a poem 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).
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!
Cranky Old Man
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 do not 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 vigour, 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 !!!