I work several jobs, and one of them is as a Senior Center manager in
my town. I have worked there for a number of years, serving a state
subsidy meal at the Senior Center, and organizing the meals to be
delivered to shut-ins. I eat with the diners, do the dishes, and
sometimes provide activities.

When I first started, I was struck with the inspiration one day to
write a poem. Let me tell you about the inspiration. My husband and I
had recently purchased a home from an older couple who didn’t want to
move the old pool table in the basement, so we kept it. My teenage son
and his friends were very enthusiastic, bringing their own pool cues to
the games, and having a great deal of fun learning to play and hanging
out. I love that feeling, of hearing the shouts of despair at missed
shots and laughter, and knowing that the fun is something they will grow
up and remember.

At the Senior Center, there is a pool room, and the older gents
gather on a daily basis to shoot the breeze and a few games of pool. I
noticed soon after starting my work there that the sounds I heard from
the pool room were exactly the same. Shouts of despair and laughter and
fun sound the same when they are coming from men of 80 or young men of
16. That inspired me. The friendships I have formed with the senior
citizens in my community inspired me, and continue to teach me that this
thing called life is such sweet ride to be on with those we care
about. Here is the poem that I wrote:

I See You – by Jane Ver Mulm

I see you as a handsome
stranger.

Though the years have creased
your face,

For all the cares and
problems

Have left wrinkles in their place.

 I see you as a healthy young man.

Though your pace has slowed a
bit,

You use what strength you
have

To work where you see fit.

I see you as a small playful
boy,

Through the twinkle in your
eye

As you tease with silly
banter.

Years have never left you shy!

I see you as a busy mother,

Though your hands are gnarled
and worn.

They cared for loved ones
tirelessly

Day and night, from early morn.

I see you as a fair young
maiden,

When you reach to touch your
hair.

Though snowy now, and
thinning,

Vibrant tresses once grew there!

I see you as a small loving
girl,

When you smile with kindly
eyes.

Your patient, gentle
sweetness

Aging never can disguise.

Although my eyes are younger,

My life in a different place,

I like to see you in my mind

In a different time and space.

To know you walked my
pathway,

Before, when you were young,

Gives me courage and
inspiration.

To walk this life path ‘til it’s done.

I hope that as you see me

Through eyes that have been
here,

You remember what your life
has taught,

And treasure every year.