|This poem appeared when an old lady died in the geriatric ward
of a hospital near Dundee, Scotland. It was felt that she had left nothing of value. Then
the nurses, going through her possessions, found this poem.
Its quality so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on the poem.
What do you see, nurses, what do you see, what are
you thinking when you're 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.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead; I look at
the future, I shudder with dread.
I'm now an old woman and nature is cruel; 'tis jest
to make old age look like a fool.
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person.
16 dec 2000