Canticle Of An Elderly Poem
Canticle Of An Elderly Poem Blessed Are Those Who
Canticle Of An Elderly Poem
Blessed are those who look at me with sympathy
Blessed are those who understand my tired gait
Blessed are those who speak loudly to lessen my deafness
Blessed are those who warmly take my shaky hands in theirs
Blessed are those who are interested in my long-gone youth
Blessed are those who never tire to listen to my stories I keep repeating
Blessed are those who understand my need for affection
Blessed are those who give me fragments of their time
Blessed are those who remember my solitude
Blessed are those who are near to me when I suffer
Blessed are those who cherish the last days of my life
Blessed are those who are near to me at the time of my passage
When I will enter into the endless life I will remember them next to Jesus the Lord
Canticle Of An Elderly Poem Blessed Are Those Who
Canticle Of An Elderly Poem Blessed Are Those Who
Canticle Of An Elderly Poem
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