Roger McGough (November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)
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
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This poem causes resentment to well up inside me. Not that I want it to, its a great poem. My indignation comes from knowing how it feels to lose a young man to a young man's life. He was 28. A long life has its own privileges, and price. How dare it feel it the right to turn what is a young man's price into its cherry on top.
Found your 'Waving at Trains' in a café bookstore in Bondi Beach and loved it. The ingrained humour in this poem is another example of how you turn the serious side of life away from us and yet heighten the meaningfulness of the message in the poem.
When I was 20 I took this poem as my motto.
Today, at 64 and sitting in a hostel in the old city part of Kashgar on the Silk Road, in sweltering temperatures - it's STILL my motto.
Is it still yours, Roger and, if so, what are you doing about it?
very good, its very intersting. i liked it.
This poem made me chuckle, and, what's more, I agree!
Thanks for the giggle for a real funny poem enjoy everyday
regards
uavanice1
lovely such nice and beautifully carved words are fit as it is..
a work worth reading..
wooooowww...that is deep and beautifully written
this is really appealing
Great poem, check out my poems too