Do not go gentle into that bad swing br old age should burn and rave at close of fun br rage, rage against the dying of the swing br though wise men know that shank is right br when shots have sprayed and left the course br Do not go gentle to that fearsome plight br Wild men who fraught launch ball to flight br and learn too late they grieved it on its way br Do not go gentle till it's out of sight br Rejoice instead that birds do sing br oblivious to the thrash and swish of men br who rage against the dying of the swing br br Based on a poem by Dylan Thomasbr br Kris Viscardinibr br