Do Not Go Gentle Into That Bad Swing Poem by Kris Viscardini

Do not go gentle into that bad swing
old age should burn and rave at close of fun
rage, rage against the dying of the swing
though wise men know that shank is right
when shots have sprayed and left the course
Do not go gentle to that fearsome plight
Wild men who fraught launch ball to flight
and learn too late they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle till it's out of sight
Rejoice instead that birds do sing
oblivious to the thrash and swish of men
who rage against the dying of the swing

Based on a poem by Dylan Thomas