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Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas


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.


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At the end of the day

Herbert Kretzmer


At the end of the day you're another day older


And that's all you can say for the life of the poor


It's a struggle, it's a war


And there's nothing that anyone's giving


One more day, standing about, what is it for?


One day less to be living.


At the end of the day you're another day colder


And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill


And the righteous hurry past


They don't hear the little ones crying


And the winder is coming on fast, ready to kill


One day nearer to dying!


At the end of the day there's another day dawning


And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise


Like the waves crash on the sand


Like a storm that'll break any second


There's a hunger in the land


There's a reckoning still to be reckoned


And there's gonna be hell to pay
At the end of the day!



At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing


Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread


There are children back at home


And the children have got to be fed


And you're lucky to be in a job


And in a bed


And we're counting our blessings


At the end of the day it's another day over


With enough in your pocket to last for a week


Pay the landlord pay the shop


Keep on grafting as long as you're able


Keep on grafting till you drop


Or it's back to the crumbs on the table


You've got to pay your way


At the end of the day!