So every year or so, unless ive been sick, or if ive had to go in for some other reason to my Family physician, he makes me come in so that i see him to get my meds refilled. he wont keep prescribing unless he actually checks on me, which is both heartwarming and a pain at the same time. hes a great doctor, and i’ve had him as my doc since i was in 7th grade. damn near 39 years now.
Well anyway, i dont know if any of yall have ever had this happen, but while we were talking, and we were discussing how i’ve been and fighting the cancer and stuff. (he’s a cancer survivor himself) he recited Dylan Thomas’s Poem regarding how i should and evidentially am handling fighting the cancer daily. I thought it awesome, but also odd, as ive never had a physician much less anyone else recite poetry to me regarding my fight.
Here’s the poem… most of you probably know it well.
**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 g.ay,
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**
anyways, i just thought i’d share that, as it was cool, and awesome, and unexpected all at the same time. really took me by surprise.(no he didnt recite the whole thing… only the first stanza… but you get the point)
