Not Going Gently: Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your W

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

BarbMarch 14, 2012 at 10:39 AM
I am worried! You seem to be speaking in code now! ;O)
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GwenMarch 14, 2012 at 11:31 AM
Yeah, well, that must be a pretty good indication of my mental state! I don't know how this got here.
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Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave 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 lightning 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, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like 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.