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UNIVERSITY OF NORTHERN PHILIPPINES

Tamag, Vigan City2700 Ilocos Sur
College of Nursing
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NAME: Bea Flor R. Pegad YR&SEC:BSN III-A DATE: Aug.11,2020

BEA

HOSPICE PALLIATIVE CARE

ACTIVITY 1

The Little Boy And The Old Man

by Shel Silverstein

Said the little boy, 'Sometimes I drop my spoon.'

Said the old man, 'I do that too.'
The little boy whispered, 'I wet my pants.'
'I do that too,' laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, 'I often cry.'
The old man nodded, 'So do I.'
'But worst of all,' said the boy, 'it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me.'
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
'I know what you mean,' said the little old man.

REACTION:

With the lines in the poem itself, I would conclude that the boy is somewhat frustrated
for instead of holding the spoon he accidentally drops it. He is ashamed of the fact that
he wets his pants and often cries when he cannot do things properly. The poem itself
makes the reader feel pangs of sympathy towards the little boy and the old man. But at
the bottom of this is, the little boy can be compared to the old man in a way that the little
boy is still learning the concept of doing things, on how and what to do while the old
man is slowly then losing the ability or capability of how and what to do. Upon reaching
the old age, a person loses his abilities to do things and the power to reason out. Even
though how the old man wanted to do such things in a good or nice way he cannot
because he already loses his abilities, for he is already OLD.
The moral lesson to this is, teach the young the right and nicest way and treat the old
ones in the most sensitive way that they would not think that they are useless and care
for them in the most loving way for they only get a little with us. If by chance that we
cannot see them anymore, we got no regrets for in their last years of their lives they felt
the care, love and affection they longed to have. This poem manifest that nothing is
permanent in this world so we must treasure each days of our lives with our love ones,
we may never knew that maybe tomorrow they would not be able to remember us
anymore.