Dylanelle

Do not go gentle once the green's in sight,
The traffic signal will not wait all day;
Rage, rage against the changing of the light.

Though wise men in their hearts know chance is slight,
Because the waiting's always hateful, they
Do not go gentle once the green's in sight.

Good men will floor it every time despite
The fact the intersection's far away:
Rage, rage against the changing of the light.

Wild men who speed away from work in flight,
And hungry for their supper's strong bouquet
Do not go gentle once the green's in sight.

Grave men, with thirst for wine of red or white,
Their throats so parched for even vin rosé
Rage, rage against the changing of the light.

And you, my reader, there must know the plight;
Please understand my tip for you today:
Do not go gentle once the green's in sight.
Rage, rage against the changing of the light.

© Henry Hurst