The Dying Chauffeur

Adam Lindsay Gordon


Wheel me gently to the garage, since my car and I must part--
No more for me the records and the run.
That cursed left-hand cylinder the doctors call my heart
Is pinking past redemption -- I am done!

They'll never strike a mixture that'll help me pull my load.
My gears are stripped--I cannot set my brakes.
I am entered for the finals down the timeless untimed Road
To the Maker of the makers of all makes!

by Rudyard Kipling

Comments (1)

An interesting angle to a Chauffeur's view on death... and his feelings when teetering at the brink of life.