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What do you see nurses? .... . . ... What do you see?
What are you thinking .... ......... . when you're looking 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 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's 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 .. . . . . . 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.
Tis 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 guy still dwells,
And now 20 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 crabby old man. Look closer . . . see ME!!