Wifey B: These songs are a tribute to so many of you who are much older than me, but still enjoying life to the fullest.
However, at the same time we must recognize even those young at heart much concede to physical changes and find new things for our young at heart selves to enjoy just as much as we did the old.
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.
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I grew up in a different time and place. It was a time when elders were respected, and as kids you listened to what they had to say. Really listened. It was a better place. Today's youth feels it appropriate to preach to them.
When I grew up, you just grabbed a shovel when it snowed to clear the walk of a widow or older couple. You just did. Its just what you did.
WE can help older boaters stay on their boat a bit longer. Lug that weight up the dock for them. Fetch the extra loaf of bread when needed. Cook the extra portion of some dinner and offer it up. No need to be overt about it. Just be helpful. For no other reason than to be respectful, and its the right thing to do. Be the good neighbor to the neighbor you may not run into again.
