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One poem that I loved from I was a teenager, made me think about life when I get older....
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see nurse, what do you see?
What are you thinking when looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her 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 missing a stocking 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 this what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, you're not looking at me.
I 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 girl of sixteen,with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a new lover she'll meet.
A bride 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 woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other, with ties that will last.
At forty, my young have now grown,
But my man 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.
Dark days are upon me ,my husband is dead,
I look to the future and shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love I have known.
I'm an old woman now..and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles,grace and vigour depart,
There now is a stone, where once was a heart.
But inside this old carcass, a young girl 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 fate that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurse, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, see me!
I always found this to be a beautiful poem, because it is so true, hope you all enjoyed reading
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see nurse, what do you see?
What are you thinking when looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her 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 missing a stocking 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 this what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, you're not looking at me.
I 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 girl of sixteen,with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon a new lover she'll meet.
A bride 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 woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other, with ties that will last.
At forty, my young have now grown,
But my man 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.
Dark days are upon me ,my husband is dead,
I look to the future and shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love I have known.
I'm an old woman now..and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles,grace and vigour depart,
There now is a stone, where once was a heart.
But inside this old carcass, a young girl 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 fate that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurse, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, see me!
I always found this to be a beautiful poem, because it is so true, hope you all enjoyed reading
and trust me, he'll be back when he needs you
