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What do you see, nurse, when you look at me?

A frail, weary man lost in time's endless sea?

Do you sigh as you dress me, as you lift, as you feed,

Thinking my silence is nothing but need?

Do you see only hands that tremble and shake,

A mind lost in shadows, a body that breaks?

Do you see the dim eyes, the slow, shuffling gait,

A soul out of time, just awaiting its fate?

Look deeper, dear nurse, beyond this old skin,

Past the wrinkles, the frailty, the world closing in.

For once, I was young, with fire in my chest,

A heart full of dreams, unburdened, unpressed.

I was a child, with laughter so bright,

Running through fields bathed in golden-hued light.

I was a lover, my pulse racing wild,

Holding her close, love's innocent child.

I was a father, strong, steadfast, and true,

Teaching small hands what life could undo.

I built and I shaped, I gave and I grew,

Watched them all flourish, then bid them adieu.

Now time plays its tricks, and my body betrays,

Yet inside I am dancing through long-ago days.

My spirit still soars, though my body is weak,

My voice still longs for the words it can't speak.

So look at me, nurse, not as fading, not done,

Not just a burden, not just anyone.

See the years, the love, the battles, the scars,

The dreams that still shine like forgotten stars.

For within this old man, there's a soul fierce and free,

If only you'd look, if only you'd see.