Saturday, September 27, 2014

When Life Gets Tough

This month has been an emotional roller coaster.  There have been several deaths that have occurred recently, and it's been difficult to deal with.  We are taking things day by day and one step at a time.

I've never really been into poetry, most of the time it is way over my head.  However, I admire those who can write it.  In times of sadness and in death, there is always one poem that help me through.  I find comfort in Dylan Thomas's words.


Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 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 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.

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