It's also interesting because this is something I made and was thinking of posting here, but was afraid it was too somber. But since you posted a poem about death, I guess I can post this.
Time to call it a night. Angels all around.
For some reason this poem is speaking to me tonight. Maybe it's all the talk of the C-Nile virus.;^)
Love to all.
"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 lightening 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 on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes like meteors be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
And you, my father, there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Dylan Thomas
It's also interesting because this is something I made and was thinking of posting here, but was afraid it was too somber. But since you posted a poem about death, I guess I can post this.