Who surrounds you? Who has brought you up? Ok, ok, don't mock me. Don't feign surprise that my great cloud of witnesses is a group of very, very strong women. Not a Biblical scholar, but a Silviculturist perhaps? My stand is a cohort of uneven-age and undetermined crown percent; a perfect . Most of these women, decades my senior, are total ragers. Yes, they party: jazz, color, rave passion.
If by "that good night" you mean "domesticated bliss", then no, THESE women, these women DO NOT go gently into that good night. And for my life, I thank them! They stand as testament, those whose lives yet may have forked no lightening they/Do not got gentle into that good night. And to Dylan Thomas and all other men who, like my dad*, can live with the lack of gentleness, I also thank you. Thank you for standing/withstanding.
*who was a Forestry teacher nonetheless.