As the Sand falls through the Hourglass

Val Chan passed a remark that reminded me of a truly great poem by Dylan Thomas...and again, it played on my mind as I move up a notch in terms of age.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT


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.
- Dylan Thomas -

Modern technology has done many things...but Man still has to grapple with Mortality. That is something that beyond our control. Time and tide waits for no Man...so what do I have to 'show' for my life, and what can I bring with me in the hereafter?

One question that I remember being posed to me was "What deathbed legacy do I want to leave behind?" I suppose my children whom I hope have been raised as decent human beings...and I just wish to be remembered fondly by those who lives have gently touched mine.


And when the sands of time run out...do not be sad, and there are no regrets...

(A little bd wish...can I find the lost sheep? Come back...come back)