11. Blessed are they
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering footsteps and trembling hands
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 my wits are slow
Blessed are they who looked away
When coffee spilt on the table today
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stop to chat for a little while
Blessed are they who never say
You’ve told that tale twice today
Blessed are they who know the way
To bring back memories of happy days
Blessed are they who make it known
I’ve loved, respected and not alone
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways