Oh do go gentle into that good night

Oh do go gentle into that good night,
Old age can find deep peace at close of day;
For love outlasts the dying of the light.

And wise men at their end need feel no blight,
For the light is safe with the wise that stay.
Oh do go gentle into that good night.

Good men, inspire those left with just how bright
Our deeds can be, and model us the way,
For love outlasts the dying of the light.

Wild men who find out now they’ve been in flight -
It’s not too late, take comfort on this day,
Oh do go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, with your last dwindling sight
Look in eyes around – love them whilst you may,
For love outlasts the dying of the light.

And you, dear father, may there be no fright,
Let go in calm release, and know the way:
Oh do go gentle into that good night,
For love outlasts the dying of the light.



(For those who dont know it, this poem is based on a villanelle 
by Dylan Thomas. I have always been a fan of the man, but not so much of 
this one - though I love the form.) Here is the original:

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.