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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poemThis 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.
I love the way he handles words- running them together, chasing them from line to line, and I like that he doesn't want to slip peacefully into the night
Hang me from The highest tree If hanging be my destiny So at the moment That I die You'll know I went With head held high Andy Morris
Let me die not as oldie mind and with lazy hands but let me with active hands for everyone
Well expressed thoughts and feelings, an insightful piece of poetry.....
Not a life or luck I would like to have or live. This young man death not for me and I suppose many others. But it it a very humorous poem, and that`s its merit as poetry.
A well executed poem has been rightly selected as the modern poem of the poem of the day. Congratulations.
WOW! Again Poem Hunter's choice as The Modern Poem Of The Day! 5 Stars full and Congratulations, Sir!
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10/27/2021 9:24:00 AM # 1.0.0.738
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?