Pondering the Winter of Life's Seasons

As the cold of winter sets in and days are short and often dark, minds of many are set to pondering the changing of the seasons. Seasons of the year, true. But often the seasons of life are the mind's troubled way of feeling the chill of the winter of one's life encroaching as days shorten and days darken.

One thinks of the path or road not taken as life's journey was made. Was the fork in the road life changing? Was it the right choice? What if the other road had been taken?

No matter the choices made, the winter of seasons lies upon us and we dimly peer into the dark night ahead. Ponder these penned words and do not go.....

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
By Dylan Thomas

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 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.

Borrowed from "Poetry Foundation" at https://www.poetryfoundation.org

Dylan Thomas, “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” from The Poems of Dylan Thomas. Copyright 1939, 1946 by New Directions Publishing Corporation.

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