The light is passing

Dylan Thomas the Welsh poet once wrote –

“Rage, Rage against the passing of the light.”

But the light quietly slipped out the back door recently and no one was there to say goodbye. No one shouted “Elvis has left the building” instead the light crept away like a mouse, tiny and hidden in the shadows and forgotten.

Where are you light?

Where are you?


I am a child of the 60’s and 70’s, and I watched uncensored television showing the Vietnam war. I saw a man walk on the moon. I saw a teacher ascend to space (well not quite, but close enough for my dreams).

But the light is fading.

That which should step up has not. And the light left via the back door.


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