I'll Go Gentle If I Damn Well Please

pace Dylan Thomas

I'm not the sort to rage and fuss and fight,
That kind of raving never was my way;
But I'm still young and wonder if I might.

The wise may guard themselves from foolish fright,
The old won't quail at calling it a day;
But I'm still young and wonder if I might.

In all, I think I've tried to do alright
And framed some words that no one else could say.
I'm not the sort to rage and fuss and fight.

Though fear tempts me to just turn out the light,
It's only cowards skip the end of play;
But I'm still young and wonder if I might.

While I have strength and love and hold them tight,
I'll live as if I had more time to stay.
I'm not the sort to rage and fuss and fight.

For now, my life, keep clear of that sad height.
Curse patience while it gets me through the day.
I'm not the sort to rage and fuss and fight,
But I'm still young and wonder if I might.