Go gentle into eve of life

Go gentle into life’s eve, death’s your friend, Old age clamours to wear a new garment, Rage not against death, death is not an end. Should night be dark, dawn sure heralds light, and Comes bright day, not so being permanent, Go gentle into life’s eve, death’s your friend. If life lives, death dares waiting at the bend, O resist not, death never does relent, Rage not against death, death is not an end. Life on death and death does on life depend, Be it a bird, butterfly, beast or ant, Go gentle, death is everybody’s friend. Simple things rule life, should ye understand, In past nor future, live in the moment, Rage not against death—never once an end. And there’s one way to die—bare empty hand, Whatso ye ever had, to thee was lent, Go gentle into life’s eve, death’s your friend, Rage not against your friend, for death’s no end.