Blaze through your days

Do not fade away when life nears its end,
old age should rage with the knowledge of its years,
till its last power is spend,

even if your days are just a godsend
and longing brings its tears
and you do not know to what end.

Blaze through your days to transcend
the expectations of others and their fears
even if your reserves are spend.

Do what you want to, even if it takes all weekend
to carry it through and your body feels as if pierced by spears,
even if you feel completely at an end,

call on every one you hold dear and every fiend and friend
before the last days nears
while there is still time to spend

to express your will, to let them comprehend
that you are still living, even if things are too far in arrears
and you my mother, live on to the end
even if you hate or love me, until your last breath is spend.

[Reference: Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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