Blessed

Blessed are they who understand
My faltering steps and palsied hand
Blessed are they who know that my ears today
i 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 with a cherry smile
who stop to chat for a little while
Blessed are they who never say
"You've told that story twice today.."

Blessed are those who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays
Blessed are they who make it known
That i am loved, respected and not alone

Blessed are they who know i am at a loss
To find the strength to carry the cross
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways..

-Anonymous