Going Gentle

After careful thought 

I would like to say that I wish 
You had gone gentle into that good night
And that your rage had turned to softness 
And that you had remembered how much you loved us
And perhaps found a way to stay
Just a little longer
To witness the glowing autumn flame
Of the maple tree we planted long ago
And the fire of ivy on the fence
And the bravery of the last red dahlias 
Defying hints of winter 
Still rising tall toward the sun