Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

The Dying Chauffeur - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

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!


Comments about The Dying Chauffeur by Rudyard Kipling

  • Amar Agarwala Amar Agarwala (3/6/2016 8:25:00 PM)


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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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