Do not go gentle into that bad swing <br />old age should burn and rave at close of fun <br />rage, rage against the dying of the swing <br />though wise men know that shank is right <br />when shots have sprayed and left the course <br />Do not go gentle to that fearsome plight <br />Wild men who fraught launch ball to flight <br />and learn too late they grieved it on its way <br />Do not go gentle till it's out of sight <br />Rejoice instead that birds do sing <br />oblivious to the thrash and swish of men <br />who rage against the dying of the swing <br /> <br />Based on a poem by Dylan Thomas<br /><br />Kris Viscardini<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-bad-swing/
