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The Disabled Squaddie
by
Arthur Lane
Bless are they who understand
My faltering step and paralysed hand,
Blessed are they who know my ears today
Must strain to catch each word they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
My eyes are dim, my wits are slow,
Blessed are they who look away
When coffee was spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they who never say
"You've told that story twice today",
Blessed are they who make it known
That I'm loved, respected and not alone,
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways.
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