Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn to late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze light meteors and be gay,
Rage rage against the dying of the light.

And you my father there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas
1914-1953

Now if that doesn't bring a tear to your eye then you have no Welsh blood in you!! *G*

How many of us remember memorizing poetry when we went to school? Somethings shouldn't be changed. Memorizing expands the mind and allows us to recall beautiful words at the oddest moments. Even though I got it wrong, the gem was still there....sigh