A man named Max Filiser died in a nursing home, and the nurses had to clean out his belongings.
The nurse read it and was so moved by it that she made copies of it for her coworkers.
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.
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.
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,
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.