50: The Long and Winding Road (pen & ink on paper)


When you hit fifty you start feeling a little bit spent. Therefore a brief reminder:

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

- Dylan Thomas -



3 have said their bit, now it's your turn:

Unknown said...

love that it is black and white...nice work

String said...

Ah yes, I agree, does this apply to women as well?

Unknown said...

Goes for women too, except women generally age much better than men.