Someone passed this on to me as an email forward:
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering steps and palsied hand
Blessed are they who know my ears today
Must strain to catch the things they say
Blessed are they who seem to know
My eyes are dim and my wits are slow
Blessed are they who looked away
When coffee spilled at breakfast today
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stop to chat for a little while
Blessed are they who never say
“You told that story twice today”
Blessed are they who know the way
To bring back memories of yesterday
Blessed are they who make it known
That I am loved, respected and not alone
Blessed are they who ease the days
Of my journey home in loving ways
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