Do not go gentle into that good night

so say old men who play till dusk of day

and rage against the dying of the light

 

Though wise men know their Dominoes are right

still must avoid the nagging of their wives

who scold them long into the dark of night

 

Good men, who run the table think they're bright

they drink their beer and smoke their crooked pipes

grown used by now to all their spouse's gripes

 

Wild men who play and play into the night

were not forewarned at vows of their oncoming plight

dismiss poor spouses, continue with their Domino delight

 

Grave men resist, though age has dimmed their sight

hairlines recede,  will not accede their right

to play long long into the dark of night

 

And he my father, in all his Domineering might

ignores his gentle wife, does so in spite

plays on regardless, will not go gentle into the damned night.