Originally Posted by
OldTryGuy
Nicely done.
As one ages, one usually becomes wiser. Some years ago when younger, I too rode my age and the "pinch to grow an inch" extra. As I grew "wiser" I figured that AGE SHOULD HAVE FEWER BOUNDS so I decided to double up and then add the pinch. This past July I became a truly wiser older man with a triple plus.
The reason is simple, through grimace and pain I wage my personal war against my body's deterioration. So far I am victorious, but tomorrow dawns another day.
Good luck with your lengthening rides and may you have a century looming in your future.
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.
Dylan Thomas