Beatitudes For Friends Of The Aged

Blessed are they who understandMy faltering steps and my palsied hand

And blessed are they that know that my ears todayMust strain to hear what they have to say.

And blessed are they that seem to knowThat my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.

And blessed are they that looked awayWhen my coffee spilled at lunch today.

Blessed are they with a cheery smileWho stop to chat for a little while.

And blessed are they who never sayYou told that story twice today.

And blessed are those who know the wayTo bring back the memories of yesterday.

Blessed are they who make it knownThat I'm loved, respected and not alone.

Blessed are they who know I'm at a lossTo find the strength to carry my cross.

Blessed are they who ease the daysOf my journey home, in loving ways.