"Do Not Go Gentle" by Dylan Thomas
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.
This man said it all. Do not let people step on you and get you down. Do not let people tell you that you can't do something prove them wrong. Rage against them! When you are at your darkest and you think that the light is getting dimmer. Rage and fight and claw your way out. By whatever means necessary to get you back to where you can find peace within yourself. Because NO man can judge you, only you can judge yourself!
