Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and shaking hand
Blessed are they w know my ears today must strain to catch the things they say
Blessed are they who seem to know that my eyes are dim and my wits are slow
Blessed are they who looked away when I spilled the coffee at table today
Blessed are they with a cheery smile who take the time to chat for awhile
Blessed are they who know the ways to bring back memories of yesterdays
Blessed are they who make it known I'm loved, respected and not alone
Just like you, to us, it's personal.
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