On the ceiling

An Icy hands took hold of my poor heart

As if from something good I would soon part.

My neighbour sees the writing on the wall

Fears she has dementia is appalled

She sees words on the ceiling telling her

She will die and such bad thoughts will scare

She thinks I will not see her any more

Her fear comes out deluded and mishaped

She is is racked by love and then by hate

If you know that you are near the end.

Confide this anguish to your nearest friends

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