Let Me Die A Youngman's Death

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death

by Roger McGough

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Comments (8)

How you have captured his pain at his separation from his little guys, and your pain at not being able to help him, feeling somewhat shut out of his life with them, and wanting to share. Scarlett
Said with the kindest words, he must be proud to have someone like you in his life. Love Duncan
Very well captured. avr
I agree with Sylvia, about this one.
Gypsy this poem is so touching, There should be a law made that every parent should have the right to see there children, great poem and you really got the message across cheers sylvie
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