LOOK CLOSER (Not mine the author is Phyllis McCormack-NO LONGER WITH US

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    LOOK CLOSER (Not mine the author is Phyllis McCormack-NO LONGER WITH US

    What do you see nurses,what do you see?
    Are you thinking when you are looking at me.
    A crabbit old woman, not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit, with far away eyes
    Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,
    When you say in a load 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,quite unresisting 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, you're not looking at me
    I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still
    As I move 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 true lover she'll meet
    A bride now at twenty -my heart gives a leap
    Remembering the vows that I promised to keep
    At twentyfive now I have young of my own
    Who need me to build a secure happy home
    A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
    Bound to each other with ties that should last;
    At forty my sons will soon be all gone
    But my man stay 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, I shudder with dread
    For my young are all busy with 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 her jest to make old age look like a fool
    The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart
    There is 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 all 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 crabbit old woman, look closer - SEE ME

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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