This poem was read out to us at a school assembly years ago, at the time thought it was funny, but I can see the meaning behind this poem now.

What do you see, nurses, what do you see,
what are you thinking when you're 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 losing 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 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 use 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 now a 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 should last.

At forty my young sons have grown and are gone,
but my man'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 husband is 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 woman and nature is cruel;
'tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour depart,
there is now a stone where I once had 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 fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
not a crabby old woman; look closer - see ME!!

That is lovely, i'm going to print that out and see if i can put that on the staff room door..

wow ...


i dont ever want to get old

Each second I'm older...

Great poem!

Wow, very, very touching, and so true...

This reminds me of what my grandmother always seemed to try and say before she died...

It sure is touching. I hope they find a way to get rid of the old-age appearance and 'cross-over' like in the days of when you were a teen'. I sound a bit poetic.

It must be really hard losing your lifetime partner.

That is a lovely poem..

Great poem.... ...sum1 get me a tissue

a new perspective on aging...great poem, but getting old still sucks...

That poem really puts what it must feel like to be so aged and to have lost a lifelong partner in a delicate nutshell.

Touching...

my fear of balding just got worse...

This enhances my fear of aging

it's is a beutiful poem it touch my heart with every word