Is this the eternal moment
The roof of the coffin
The forest of the dead?
for although we walk
In the light
Tripping over health
With cheerful disdain
We eventually wander to know
Health's importance in the sick room
(Not everyone of course
For death can come swiftly)
And there we see our ending
In closed surroundings
This eternal picture of this one room
Where slowly all memories fade
With the shivering of the body,
And the sorrow of the soul.