A Nod To Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night of darkness, blight, and disease; rage, rage against the hour of midnight—please, with all of your might until I am at ease! Do not go gentle into that good night of solemn, irrevocable sleep; rage, rage against the wooing of the permanent Deep! Come to me and to the light— or else I shall bitterly weep! Do not go gentle into that good night of the ebb of your power; rage, rage against the withering of your beautiful flower! Deny eternal rest its right to come before that fateful hour! Do not go gentle into that good night that takes you before the day's done; rage, rage against the gradual dying of your sun! Before the end's almost within sight, fight, fight, so life's still defiantly won!