When the old man died on the geriatric ward of a nursing home, they all believed that it is not left behind anything of value. They could not believe it when they realized their mistake.
Later, when the sisters went through a few things Mak Filiser possessed, they found this poem, whose quality and content were so impressed sisters, that copies are sent to all employees.
One of the nurses took my copy in Melbourne, and from there the song spread like wildfire all over the world – simple, eloquent and incredibly touching.
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 of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When 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 sock or shoe?