greeting's my dear Friend sirinnu how the hell are you long time no talk to sorry i did not have time to stop in on my b day so let me buy you and every one here a round of drinks
and i have learned no mater what life throws your way you got to keep moving i am doing well still here cant keep a good man down and only the good dye young
you all are stuck with me hope to talk with you real soon keep on keeping on man never let the little things keep you down and when life do start to get you down just remember this
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.