Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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 that 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.
Dylan Thomas

Go gentle…

Dear friend, go gentle into that good night
Preserve your dignity, allow the day
To fade, you need not rage against the light

You have fought the battle with all your might
Made sure that you have been heard, had your say
Dear friend, go gentle into that good night

You have howled the sorrow and cried out bright
How your words and deeds here have held sway
Do not fear; do not rage against the light

You caught the moon, the stars and sang in flight
You’ve no need to grieve the end of this day
Dear friend, go gentle into that good night

As you near death, do not fear the sight
We will bind your eyes, hold you, make you stay
Away from fear, rage not against the light

You, my friend, are not alone, need not fight
The sun surrounds you with its golden ray
Dear friend, go gentle into that good night
Do not fear, do not rage against the light