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Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare (2007)

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So I read a poem that was posted on Facebook by a guy from Australia.
Nurses believed they had found everything of value the man had in his meagre collection of items, but then they found this poem.
I quite enjoyed it so I'd though I'd share with you guys.
Think about it.

Cranky Old Man:

What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain habbit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, 'I'd do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
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.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
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 another.
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feed,
Dreaming that soon now a lover he'll meet.
A groom 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 man 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 woman beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children, my love one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look to the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young sons 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 vigour, 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 to few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes people.
Open and see.
I'm not just a cranky old man.

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