The Butler Group Atlanta

This Team of Warriors Have Given Me A Path To Find These Pieces I Have Needed To Find My Peace! 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 gay,�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 💡Dylan Thomas