Do Not in Noisome Wrath Resist That Quiet Night
When comes the time for evening's quiet repose,
Maturity must show respect for those who pray
For endless life, against the dying day.
But life's own wearying burdens plainly tell
The quality of the life to be foregone —
Should not contend, but now go on alone.
Thoughtful souls, who see their plight,
Know forlorn hope, and sad regret,
And grant that what life gives is what you get.
Strong men, who hopefully watched ten
Thousand suns rise, and faced each challenge anew,
Depart calmly: "I did what I had to do!"
Sad men, tired of strife, enlightened by age
Might yet resist what fate decrees,
And cry out in anger 'gainst the failing breeze.
But here, my sisters, with familiar anguish
Let me go, willingly,
Silently, peacefully, quietly
Into that quiet night.
Mickey Basden, 2017
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