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Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and palsied hand.
Blessed are they who know my ears today
Must strain to hear the thoughts you say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away
When coffee spilled on the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say
"You've told that story twice today."
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who make it known
That I'm loved, respected and not alone.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving way.
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