Thanks, Maria. Your fav poem inspired
me to write this:
Thank you my Lord for the last gift
I'll remember not to go gently
ev'n if I have to use my last breath
Can't imagine saying such a talk
Why not fight another gasp for life?
No, not when the end is so clear in sight
And there's no way out, no niche to hide
Rage not against the dying of the light
Instead rage with courage to accept 
The dying of the light that lit my life
Forever at rest, no worries, no pain
Unperturbed by anything, no noise
Wishing only to do one last thing
To thank my lord for his last love gift
To know not forever that I'm dead!
An afterthought:
Wisdom shines better, so much brighter
With the dying embers lighting my life.