'Twas a long dark night of the soul
She was only part, not the whole
As we grow old we lose control
Dementia surely takes its toll
I remember much better days
Days of wit and turning a phrase
Days when our hearts were set ablaze
By heaven's hope, and godly praise
Shadows of what we used to be
And shadows of what we will be
With new bodies so heavenly
From mortal cares we'll be set free
