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Man Passed Away And When They Cleaned His Room They Found A Note That Brings Them To Tears

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Elderly folks are often considered to be a nuisance but their reality is heartbreaking.

The older you get the harder everyday activities become such as eating and bathing. Elderly are often compared to babies in the sense that neither is capable of doing things on their own. However elderly have been through it all and deserve a call or visit from their family and they deserve respect and compassion from nurses. Take a look at the amazing poem left behind after this elderly gentleman passed away.

Via Daily Headlines:

Elderly people in nursing homes eagerly await visitors, or at least a phone call from their family, but they are often bitterly disappointed. When this old man dies, and his room gets tidied up, the nurses find something that touches their hearts so deeply… it brings them to tears.

What do you see nurses? What do you see?

What are you thinking, when you look at me?

A cranky old man, not very wise, What are you thinking, when you look 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 a 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 you 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 10, 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 25, 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 that 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, 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 vigor depart, There is now a stone, where once I 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!

Take the time to let older family members know that they may be advanced in years but also advanced in love and support.



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