Stride into Night
As clock hands nudge towards our final hour
we know not the certitude of our when.
So must we stand tall and not cower
and grasp still life’s fruit, despite our ken.
Fan the embers that in youth once flamed,
raising your face towards the heavens bright
let your beating heart as courage be named
and at day’s end make bold stride into Night.
(the last line is a nod to Dylan Thomas and his exceptional “Do not go gentle into that good night”)