By The Welsh Poet Dylan Thomas and the Addition of Some Tramping-y Words, 31 December 2023

Do go gentle into that good night

A Case for Starting your Tramp the Evening Before and Keeping on Going into the Next.               Blatantly inspired by Dylan Thomas 1914 – 1953.

Do go gentle into that good night,
Old aches will burn as we rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wise trampers at their roadends know dark is right,
Because the forecast forked no lightning they
Go gentle into that good night.

Good trampers, under the sun’s last wave, crying how bright
Their frail torches might dance in a green hallway,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild trampers, never caught while the sun is in flight,
And learn, too late, not to grieve it on its way,
Do go gentle into that good night.

Grave trampers, 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 friend, there on the height,
Curse me now with your fierce tears, but thank me the next day.
Do go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.