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The latest version claims to have originated in Australia. But the truth is it was written by a nurse in a Poem by old man in nursing home geriatric hospital and shot to prominence after being printed in The Post more than 40 years ago. The version of its origin doing the global rounds on online social networking sites claims the poem was left behind by an old man who died in a nursing home in a rural Australian town.
The story goes that the elderly gent passed away leaving nothing of value. While clearing possessions from his locker, staff came across the work on a scrap of paper.
It was written by a Montrose nurse, Phyllis McCormack, in The work was brought to the attention of the Post inwhen a copy was found in the possession of an old woman who died in a geriatric hospital. The poem caused a sensation when published.
In those pre-internet days we were inundated with requests for copies. We had thousands printed, which were given away free to those who wrote in. Requests kept coming for decades!
We re-printed the work inwhen jome told how an American company was considering making a film based on the poem in connection with an elderly care scheme being set up by then President Jimmy Carter. Related story: DCT Passport. Sign Poemm to our Weekly newsletter.
Many readers will be familiar with the verse after it Poem by old man in nursing home the internet in recent weeks. The deeply moving poem is a plea by an elderly patient to a nurse.Greeley Strip Club
What are you thinking, when you look at me, A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who, quite unresisting, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding the long day to fill. A bride now at 20 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 build a secure happy home, At 50 once more babies play around my nursiing, Again we know children, my loved one and me. 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 Poem by old man in nursing home dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes, nurse, open and see, Not a crabbit old woman, look ohme see ME.