Here I am, an Old Knight now. I learned my lessons well enough to out live most of my friends.

All too often, we find ourselves grieving for a young life, lost before its time, but never do we think of those that go on. What of them?

They live each day wondering why it was they who lived. Can they still be of use to the young?

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.