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    The poem expresses the perspective of an elderly patient in a nursing home. It describes feelings of loneliness and a lack of dignity from being treated impersonally by staff who barge in without knocking and talk about the patient as if they aren't there. The patient wants to be treated with the same respect they would give others, and for staff to remember that despite their limitations, they are still a person.

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    The poem expresses the perspective of an elderly patient in a nursing home. It describes feelings of loneliness and a lack of dignity from being treated impersonally by staff who barge in without knocking and talk about the patient as if they aren't there. The patient wants to be treated with the same respect they would give others, and for staff to remember that despite their limitations, they are still a person.

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    Here I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal.

    A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.

    What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.


    Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?

    What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.

    BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

    I know I can not talk, Or even joke around.


    But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.

    If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.


    Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.

    Treat me with respect, the same I'd give to you.

    KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

    My bones are stiff and achy, I hear you say I'm contracted.
    My belly hurts, I haven't pooped, I hope I'm not impacted.

    I'm sorry I may drool, and at times I even stare.


    It's not easy being old, aging isn't fair.

    These are the cards God dealt me, There's nothing I can do.

    JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

    I used to be a lively one, just like your pretty self.


    I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.

    I press my light to see a face, Or just for company.


    For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.

    You walked past my light, what am I to do?

    PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

    I'm sorry that I messed the bed, I feel like such a baby.
    I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed, that I'm doing this at eighty.

    I'm sorry I couldn't hold it, I didn't know what to do.

    KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

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