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Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Street Light

Here’s a little adaptation of one of my favorite poems from Dylan Thomas; who I am sure, as a boy, raged against the dying of the street light along with his friends. This is an ode to childhood, and to the grieving of playtime’s passing at the end of the day — and even more so at the end of a childhood.

Do not go gentle into that house tonight,
School boys should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the street light.

Though studious boys at days end know homework is right,
Because their teammates had points to score they
Do not go gentle into that house tonight.

Good boys, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their valiant attempts to score on the next given play,
Rage, rage against the dying of the street light.

Wild boys who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that house tonight.

Brave boys, near end zones, galloping with delight
Blind eyes could blaze like heroes and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the street light.

And you, my friend , there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that house tonight.
Rage, rage against the dying of the street light.