Let me Die a Young Man’s Death by Roger McGough

Let me Die a Young Man’s Death 


Let me die a young man’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 all night 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 young man’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.


Roger McGough

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About barrywhit

I am a retired engineer and I live in darkest Lincolnshire, UK. I am an author and when I retired, published a book in 2004 and another one in April 2008. I am now also a retired author!! If you have ever written a book you will understand what I mean. I am interested in science, aviation, philosophy, spirituality , politics, progressive rock painting (art not rooms) and films. I prefer wide open spaces to city centres. Lincolnshire has the biggest skies in the country and I love it. I am a left wing, liberal Anglican, I read The Guardian and Observer. I am a Republican at heart and an armchair communist!
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