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Robert Lindner
Falling Down
“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas
Seems the world’s passing me,
It’s like I’m stuck in ancient history.
It’s my age. It’s a curse.
And I know it gets worse,
As I go in reverse,
While the world moves toward my destiny.
In the universe, I
Must exist in. The reasons escape my
Understanding because
My knowledge has the flaws
Of the world that once was
And now is new, with changes that I try
To understand, but fail
Because, the science, I learned on my trail
Through life has changed on me.
And my old memory
Ain’t what it used to be,
Before I found myself in this e-mail
Universe and then in
A new universe that will not begin
Without a bang or two.
That’s what they seem to do.
They change from old to new,
Like the noisy insects that shed their skin.
The cicadas that are
Coming out this year to make their bizarre
Sounds and cover the ground.
They will be all around.
And I will not be found
Inside my mind because it will be far
Away, flying to space
In the ship the cicada sounds will place
Me in. I need to go
Past the past, but I know
Wishing can’t make it so.
I’m falling down and need a way to brace
Myself against my age
That puts me, keeps me in this fearful stage,
Where I can see the light
Fading toward good night.
Though I know I should fight,
As Dylan Thomas calls me to rage, rage
Against the dying of
The light. But I know the sun is above
And it will rise, and so
I will wait for the glow
Of dawn, although I know
My rising may need a push and a shove,
To get the blood flowing
And to get my aged clockwork going.
Forward, not in reverse,
Fighting my age, that curse
Of time, the universe
Has blessed me with this, my life, that’s growing
Older. And as it does,
I have to take what I can get, because
I must go day to day,
On the path, I must stay
On. There’s no other way,
I know that, but I often wish there was.
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