I heard Dylan Thomas say, 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.
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Ah but then if Dylan only knew, what I and some others do, this is what he would've said, “it isn't night that lies ahead!” It's midnight oil that we burn, before heading home from where we came to learn. Nothing real dies and there's no need to rage, for our light shines brighter as we age.
We are a tribe of more than a few, who live in the old, as well as the new. The Dark is our friend, and Light our mate. Life writes on both sides of our slate. We leave none untouched with who we are, in many planes, near and far. We dance with the fairies and walk with the ghosts. We sing the sweetest, we love the most.
If all knew, we are but them; flowers, leaves, roots & stem. We are the valley, we are the hill, make of us, what you will. Join us and you’ll understand, you’ve always been of our merry band. Give up your mind, open your heart. Be one with the world, that would be a start.
We never grow old, we never tire, the fire never goes out in our fire. We wait for you, as we've always done, and will keep waiting for everyone.
Come………
KA
Senior Citizen’s Day
21st August 2024