No, I will not go quietly into that dark night. Yes, I will have the last word in my OPs

[Tuesday Afternoon]

props to Dylan Thomas

Do Not Go Quietly Into That Dark Night

Do not go quietly into that dark night,
Equality should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise women at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go quietly into that dark night.

Good women, 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 women who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go quietly into that dark night.

Grave women, 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 mother, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go quietly into that dark night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

TA