Do not tweet gentle into that good night

Do not tweet gentle into that good night,
Old age should update and blog at close of day;
tweet, tweet against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, 
because their posts have spurred no comments, 
Do not tweet gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 
their frail flickr photos might have danced in a montage, 
tweet, tweet against the dying of the light
Wild men whose myspace bands sang the sun in flight, 
And learn, too late, they grieved it on a text, 
Do not tweet gentle into that good night
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight that 
crappy songs could blaze like meteors and be gay like cat videos, 
tweet, tweet against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on your blackberry, 
email me now with your fierce tears, I blog. 
Do not tweet gentle into that good night. 
Tweet, Tweet against the dying of the light.