They tell you do not go gently into that good night,
Those for whom benefit is your next lost fight.
But what burn, what rave, thou hast at dusk of career, tis a lie;
The truth is clear – the end is nigh.
Wise men know the dark end is right,
So be wise, be grace, accept your end;
Know if you continue your fight,
It is tomorrow for today from which you will lend.
You’re a good man, part of a once great last wave;
They too are lost, fighting the unknown in an endless dark cave.
Do not rage against but instead become the light,
That leads others to know they too need end their fight.
Embrace and become your brother’s keeper,
Show him the Fight is not only the life;
Guide him from that maze which only grows darker, deeper.
And help those other wild men, grasping at the sun,
Scratching, clawing, begging for the warmth of fame’s bright;
Do not let old PRIDE lie – tell them all: they are already done.
This is your weakness against a younger man’s might.
This is sadness: not joy, not pleasure, not fun.
Shogun, Gomi, Fedor: rip open their eyes, be their needed sight.
And you, my Noguiera, there on the sad height,
Do not go gently into that good night – they shout, they say;
But curse, bless me now with your fierce tears. I pray:
Do not rage against the dying of your fight.
