Submitted by Cow Doctor
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.
Dylan Thomas
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Fight to the end.
That good night may well be approaching, but the old thought of dying on your feet is better than on your knee(s).
On a less serious note, Thorton Melon made that poem more widely recognized.
And he made famous the “triple lindy”
Smile and vote hard.
Abu Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt
Abu Ben Adhem, may his tribe increase,
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
And saw within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich and like a lily in bloom
An Angel, writing in a Book of Gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold.
And to the vision in the room he said,
“What writest thou”? The vision raised its head.
And with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered: “The names of those that love the Lord”
“And is mine one?” said Abu.
“Nay, not so” replied the Angel.
Abu spoke more low, but cherrly still,
“Then write mine down as one who loves his fellow man”
The Angel wrote, and vanished.
The next night, it came, with a Great Wakening Light,
And showed the names whom
Love of God had blessed.
And lo, Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!
Submitted by Chuck Fire,
Indian Fighter;
Cowboy poet;
Throw Back to Yesteryear.