Ride, RIDE, against the changing of the light.
Do not pedal gently into that stale yellow.
Old age should burn in legs at close of day,
do not go gentle into the changing of the light.

Ride, RIDE, your bike valiant
against the changing of the light.
Wild men who campied and suntoured in flight,
but learn too late, to not go gentle into
the changing of the light.

Ride, RIDE, against the changing of the light.


...with due apologies to Dylan Thomas.