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 (109)

Please, this is such a popular and wonderful poem, get someone awake to record a reading for your site.
Dark humoured way of looking at death. Very original and a pleasure to read. Oh but the dark of the humour! Topclass read.
ok i had death playing cards means that i’m closer to 💀
Wow dumb words I know, but those could well be my prayers
i love this song who wants to play duos
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