A friend sent me this poem by “Anonymous” and it has grown its own urban legend. The man could be from anywhere and the story changes, some versions have a woman, some have him here in the States and others in Australia. He could be from anywhere and still it would be true. Here’s how the tale goes:
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne . The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing…
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