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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One of the most beautiful poems... entertaining and well written, I've ever come across...
I love this poem and have been touting it for decades to anyone who will listen. I am a tad disappointed by the Reader of the audio piece, however. What would Roger McG say of one who reads this treasure in a flat, Mid Atlantic drawl with apparently no sense of the irony and the humour? Get a full-on, educated Liverpudlian to do it! (This from a Saffer who cares about the Mersey Poets)
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