Do Not Go Gentle

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 that 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
I last read this poem when I was at school and for some reason, the poem has been going through my head all weekend.
Things have not been easy of late and I have so many things and worries going through my head. I am very concerned about my mom and my family. I am emotionally exhausted.
I think that subliminally the poem is trying to send me a message; To never give up, To never stop believing that things will get better no matter how bleak it may seem; To just never stop fighting.
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