WILL NOT GO GENTLY

Autumn leaves... I see them,
Before my eyes... see nature die;
I see its trailing hem,
And to remaining years I cling.
How quickly they pass by...
Each year no longer spring.

One day I'll fall... be like the leaves...
I'll see my body die,
And mournfully will curse the thieves...
I see ignore my plea.
In coldness, they will see me lie...
Body still...soul set free.

In dormancy...my body lay,
The winter's blast not felt,
For I...buried beneath the clay
Won't know the season's past...
Won't see the heavy welt...
That on it death has cast.

Autumn leaves...I see them,
I mourn the springtime blooms,
But then I see the sky’s’ blue hem...
I see within spring's life,
And though I know that winter looms,
I'll not surrender to life's knife.

Passing gently into the night...
You will not see me go...
For lasting breaths you'll watch me fight,
You'll see me cling to life.
I will struggle against the snow...

Soul ready to flee...me in strife.

`Til the last leaf drops to the ground,
Upon the floor of life I'll dance,
Once more to spring...rebound...
I'll not die `til I'm dead,
You'll see me seek romance...
Stay spring up in my head.