Rage, rage against the dying of the light

A nice epitaph no more no less
Are these your thoughts in your temporary anger?
You ask what the title is? Add ‘I have come on invitation
Of a friend Would not mind a summary’
The title resembles something along the lines of romantic tale
Meets real life meets expectations of youth
The kind of thing you have heard about before
Curtain call
The plot is filled with details that have meaning
Only to the actors Dialogues of no universality
You ask what good it does? And the point?
So they think and carry on their play
Till it gets serious and obstacles arise
Battles are fought compromises made
And the end is yours to imagine You say
You are divided between experience and hope and love
The chapters are not numbered anymore
The story grows painfully dull and embarrassing
For all outsiders like you and you turn around in
Your seat saying ‘I am leaving see how my wife is keeping
Thank you for the play I cannot stay it is not mine’
The protagonists carry on for it makes sense to them
Their serious play advances and the plot finally (?) thickens
They take it in their own time what do they care about unity
They both do rage against the dying of the light
That they cherish more than anything
The ending is not written
It lies between what will happen and what might
You leave the theatre to hurry back to your beloved
Who needs you more than anything in her age, her fragility
You are the strong one now
And her who you need so, her tenderness, her beauty
The love you share and keep rekindling
The play goes on in its own way the outcome is up to you
What will you do? What is your ending?