Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and my palsied hand.
Blessed are they who never say
"You've told that story three times today."
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they with cheery smile
Who've stopped on their way to chat a while.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey Home with loving ways.
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