Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

I was forced to confront mortality lately. News of my friends death, some who are younger than me made me realize how short life can be.
I have always been told that this world is a temporary place, a place where God gives tests and trials, and we will be rewarded and (Heaven Forbid) punished for all of our doings.
During my days commuting by public transport, there was this poem by Dylan Thomas that was on the wall of the LRT. I found it beautiful in a melancholic kind of way. So here it is just to share with you guys out there

Do not go gentle into taht good night
Old age should burn and rage at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Through wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning day
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 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 the bliding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of light

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce teras, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.

Life, and death are beyond our control. That's the deal. The only thing is to do what's right, avoid what's not.

I have accepted that Death will come. But it does saddens the heart when you see a Father or a Mother having to live through life, and yet live to see their child's funeral.