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Beatitudes for Friends of the Aged
Blessed are they who understand
my faltering step and palsied hand.
Blessed are they who know my ears today
must strain to catch the thing they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
my eyes are dim and wits are slow.
Blessed are they who looked away
when I spilled my coffee at table today.
Blessed are they with cheery smile
who stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say,
“You’ve told me that story twice today …”
Blessed are they who know the way
to bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they who make it known
I’m loved, respected and not alone.
Blessed are they who will ease the days
of my journey Home, in loving ways.
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Beatitudes for Friends of the Aged
