When the old man died on the geriatric ward of a nursing home, they all believed that it is not left behind anything of value. They could not believe it when they realized their mistake.
Later, when the sisters went through a few things Mak Filiser possessed, they found this poem, whose quality and content were so impressed sisters, that copies are sent to all employees.
One of the nurses took my copy in Melbourne, and from there the song spread like wildfire all over the world – simple, eloquent and incredibly touching.
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