Beatitudes of the Aged |
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| Blessed are they who understand My faltering step and shaking hand. |
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| Blessed are they who know my ears Must strain to catch things they say. |
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| Blessed are they who seem to know That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow. |
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| Blessed are they who looked away When my tea spilled at the table today. |
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| Blessed are they with a cheery smile Who stop to chat for a little while. |
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| Blessed are they who never say, "You've told that story twice today." |
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| Blessed are they who know the ways To bring back memories of yesterdays. |
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| Blessed are they who make it known That I'm loved, respected and not alone. |
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| Blessed are they who ease the days On my journey Home, in loving ways. |
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