Baron23
Well-Known Member
As I age and medicate to deal with pain and various other crap I find myself thinking about this poem when I make decisions on what I can or cannot do at the present. My waterfowl hunting is an example, while I don't go out on small duck boats at 3 am and have to break ice to set decoys, I will will field and blind hunt even though I know that two days of hunting will result in a week of hurt. I seem to feel intuitively that to give up is to fade away so I fight and I rage. Perhaps that's not aging gracefully but it is aging with fun, challenge, and interest.
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.
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.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953