School is in session.  After the first day, I thought I'd post up an elegy to a dying memory.   

Not So Gentle into that Good Week
with thanks to Dylan Thomas

I do not need to be advised
Not to go gentle into that good week
So I rage, rage, against the dying of the break. 

Though wise men know that all things good
Come to their own unfavored end
No different from the bad and the ugly into that good week 

Good workers still cling to tides of summer
Image of beaches, gardens, and blue skies
Fading like a memory as it dies into that good week 

Wild pleas to cling to what’s left of time
When summer seas and whistling winds
Never hinted at disappearing into that good week

So grim satchels and whiteboards march steady on
Heedless and resolute in the blazing rays, deaf to our
Rage against the dying of the break.  

And you, my shadow, there on that sad step,
Fierce in clinging to what cannot be kept
Tenacity will keep you from going gentle into that good week
So I rage, rage, against the dying of the break.   

(c) j.e.s

The original inspiration.  You can even hear him read it!