Reflections Upon Reading "Title (of a)Poem" by Dkzksaxxass DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSazfn)- & dedicated

When a man attains a certain age- he has (it seems) a meta/physical war to wage.  
And so he must enjoin the fickle fight twixt -"To be or not to be" and "Do not go gentle into that good night".  
Though the "rosebuds gathered while ye may" now have withered all away into dessicate decay.  
And though "yellow leaves, or few, or none, do hang-" (according to a certain Shakespearean harangue)-  
And though it be a "long,long while from May to December", then needs he must "try to remember"  
The wise words of that sagely rhyme, that "age and treachery beat youth and stamina every time!".  
So, when my aging brain lies torpid and my spirit feels dull - I simply blast(full volume) some ancient Jethro Tull.  
And groovin' to that rootin'-tootin'-flutin' blast- I can tell the world to kiss my old and wrinkled ass!  
'Cause I am skating free and "Skating fast on the thin ice of a new day!" and that is all I have to say.