I couldn’t agree more.
Goodnight Mr Zen, sleep well.
“Growing old is not an option – growing up is.”
🙂
Sleep well
OZ
I point-blank refuse to go quietly into that good night – I’m going kickin’ and screamin’ and lookin’ good!*
I’m not sixty, I’m twenty-five with thirty-five years experience!
*We-e-e-ll, you know what I mean 🙂
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
OZ
He was the man!
Oh yes! I intend to turn up at the Pearly Gates in a wreck, backwards and with my fur on fire.
OZ
I am glad you all think like me!
OZ – that’s what I call style!
PapaG – That’s life!
OZ
Some great thoughts here. I can only add the advice once given to me that there is no obligation to return your body in the same condition in which you received it.
Eat, drink and be merry….
Boadicea – Or alternatively, “I intend to leave life as I entered it – bald, fat, naked and with a mild boob fetish.”
OZ
One way or another OZ – it’s good to remember that this isn’t a dress rehearsal!
Boadicea's Chariot 
I couldn’t agree more.
Goodnight Mr Zen, sleep well.
“Growing old is not an option – growing up is.”
🙂
Sleep well
OZ
I point-blank refuse to go quietly into that good night – I’m going kickin’ and screamin’ and lookin’ good!*
I’m not sixty, I’m twenty-five with thirty-five years experience!
*We-e-e-ll, you know what I mean 🙂
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
OZ
He was the man!
Oh yes! I intend to turn up at the Pearly Gates in a wreck, backwards and with my fur on fire.
OZ
I am glad you all think like me!
OZ – that’s what I call style!
PapaG – That’s life!
OZ
Some great thoughts here. I can only add the advice once given to me that there is no obligation to return your body in the same condition in which you received it.
Eat, drink and be merry….
Boadicea – Or alternatively, “I intend to leave life as I entered it – bald, fat, naked and with a mild boob fetish.”
OZ
One way or another OZ – it’s good to remember that this isn’t a dress rehearsal!