Touch Me

Glad to hear it and thanks Jim and that's the spirit and hold on to it, grasp it tightly even.
Try never to let go.
For in the words of the late Dylan Thomas... 
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave 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.

Wise words for one and all.
Thanks again and God willing back late tomorrow night for your good self and other members also.
It is late, late, here in Cardiff and duty calls for tomorrow.
And Mr Sandman and The Land Of Nod both calleth me.
And fingers crossed/touch wood for a less demanding day.
Take care Jim and simply enjoy life and poetry and the good both have to offer.

Tina thank you for your wonderful comment.
And you are on the money.... it's beneficial for your health and longevity not to.
And when's your next coming book out?...