Canticle Of An Elderly Poem

Canticle Of An Elderly Poem Blessed Are Those Who

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