He Died Alone In A Nursing Home. Nurses Thought He Had Nothing Of Value Until They Saw THIS!

 

#1 Old Age

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 I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young man still dwells,

 

#2 Who I Am

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.

 

#3 "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!’

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.

 

#4 ME

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!!

 

#5 Mak Filiser

During his last years of life, Mak Filiser lived in a nursing home, leaving nurses to think he had nothing of value after he passed. But while cleaning out his room, one nurse came across a poem Mak had written, and decided to share it with the entire nursing home...

 

#6 My Love

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 don’t mourn.

At Fifty, once more...Babies play ’round my knee,

Again, we know children...My loved one and me.