When the sun finally peeks out after days of being shielded and all you can think of is words from a different time and place…

Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

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ineedadrink · 51-55, M

Certain poetry is timeless, and I'm not much of a poetry guy. But this & "My Candle burns at both ends" & "No more we'll go a roving" are just classic & accessible to everyone. And totally go with this picture.