I
Go softly and meekly on to your death
stoically, unfussily, no rattling last breath

Project peace, happiness and always good cheer
tell those you love what they want to hear

Rage not, no never, against the dying of the light
don’t argue, don’t fret, and good heavens don’t fight

Go sweetly and quietly on to your rest
you’ve earned it my dear, you’ve passed the great test

II
Die messily and loudly, rage all you want
make your last words an undying taunt

Be angry, regretful, rue every choice
be scared, be worried, use your loud voice

Rattle, and rasp, give your loved ones a start
let your last words be true, aim straight for the heart 

Go whatever way you want on to your rest
You’ve earned it my dear, life’s not a test