First published at 07:35 UTC on January 9th, 2022.
Death is right around the corner, make no mistake about it. It looms. So what do you wish you would have done with your gift of life? No judgment, I'm a mess as a man at the moment. The thing is, it's better we don't kid ourselves and…
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Death is right around the corner, make no mistake about it. It looms. So what do you wish you would have done with your gift of life? No judgment, I'm a mess as a man at the moment. The thing is, it's better we don't kid ourselves and waste anymore time. It remains true that a coward dies a thousand deaths its just now there's a mask involved.
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 - 1914-1953
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