The Dead Poets Society 2

They invited me to speak at The Rotary Club,
fresh from Robin Williams class and the hubbub,
the club used to only allow one professional,
one architect, doctor, dentist, one poet, that's all.

Someone asked: 'Shall I compare you to a summer's day?'
I said: 'Do not go gentle into that good night,' pray,
there will come soft rain and yet still I will rise,
if you forget me, there will be fire and ice, so wise. 

'You may write me down in history,' Maya said,
'With your bitter twisted lies,' that's what I read,
indeed, I recognised a face in the dark audience,
one with a smirk, it must have been one of us.

But sunshine is resilient and will come again they say,
'Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may.