about checkers, maybe old men too

What is getting old. I recall the checkers in my life were played when I was young. Then again it might be nice to put on some boots, sit by a old stove and talk to some guy in a straw hat as I reached down and made "the good move". Trouble is it isn't easy to know for sure that moves are good ones. Then again it may not be so much about the moves as the willingness to be in the game. Seems in some ways these poems below remind me of it all..........................

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Dylan Thomas

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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.

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William Butler Yeats

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O Rocky Voice,

Shall we in that great night rejoice?

What do we know but that we face

One another in this place?

But hush, for I have lost the theme,

Its joy or night-seem but a dream