RIP Steve Jobs

I was the last person in my house to become technologically literate.My husband brought me in iPhone on Mother's Day, and I was instantly hooked. On this small device, I had all I needed to help me travel. Crying babies could be drowned out with a single finger tap. I had a 1,000 book library,thanks to Stanza. I could listen to audio books. The iPhone was my alarm clock, communication device, camera, and organizer. Steve Jobs was definitely on another level when he envisioned such a device. As I was reading Job's biography, I read that Dylan Thomas was his favorite poet.

Here is Dylan Thomas' famous poem and is dedicated to the icon that was Steve Jobs.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.