DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT 
By Dylan Thomas(10-27-1914 to 11-9-1953)




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 grieve it on it's 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.



 I forgot how much I loved this classic poem. Dylan Thomas died a few weeks after his 39th birthday after falling ill and slipping into a coma in NY during a tour. An alcoholic, he claims most of his poetic influence came from Mother Goose rhymes his parents taught him as a child. I'm the age now he was at his end, and I can only imagine what other beauty of prose might have become had he lived to an elderly age. 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dylan_Thomas