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 so 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.
7 Comments:
From Steve L
Sorry to hear that Keith mate, hope all goes well.
Wishing you all the best mate. Call me if you need anything (Shelfie)
Poker is poker, a mistress you can always come back too if you want and nothing more.
Families should be the most important thing in anyone’s life if they need you make sure your there as they cannot be replaced.
Good luck and good health to your family
Ironside
God bless mate, I,m here if you need me. take care.Denis
doh - hope all is well. best of luck, sir.
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 so 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.
Thinking of you Keith - our hopes and best wishes go with you.
Steve & Xuyen
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