Let me die a youngman’s death by Roger McGough

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 caron my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I’m 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber’s chair
my 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.

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7 thoughts on “Let me die a youngman’s death by Roger McGough

  1. “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.”

    beautiful. 🙂

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