What do you see nurse,
         What do you see?
         What are you thinking
         When you look at me?
         A crabby old woman,
         Not very wise,
         Uncertain of habit
         With far away eyes.         
 Who           dribbles her food
         And makes no reply;
         Then 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.         
 Unresisting           or not,
         Lets you do as you will;
         With bathing or 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 move at your bidding,
         As I eat at your will.         
 I'm a small child of ten ...
         With a father and mother,
         And brothers and sisters
         Who love one another.         
 A           girl of sixteen,
         With wings on her feet;
         Dreaming that soon,
         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,
         I have young of my own,
         Who need me to build
         A secure and happy home.         
 A           woman of thirty,
         My young now grow fast,
         Bound together with ties
         That forever should last.         
 At           forty, my young ones
         Have grown up and gone;
         But my man is beside me
         To see I don't mourn.         
 At           fifty, once more ...
         Babies play 'round my knees;
         Again we know children,
         My loved ones 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 I have known.         
 I           am an old woman now,
         Nature is cruel,
         'Tis her jest to make old age
         Look like a fool.         
The body, it crumbles,
         Grace and vigor 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 "Crabbit Old Woman,"
         Look closer ... see "Me."
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