Roger McGough

(November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)

Let Me Die A Youngman's Death - Poem 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 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

Comments about Let Me Die A Youngman's Death by Roger McGough

  • (11/13/2017 9:28:00 PM)

    Great and thought provoking (Report) Reply

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  • (11/13/2017 8:05:00 AM)

    its shit
    and boring u fccking niggers
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  • (10/25/2017 10:17:00 AM)

    Superb! (Report) Reply

  • Seema Devi Sharma (9/4/2017 11:48:00 AM)

    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
    Nicely penned.
    (Report) Reply

  • Alice Perfect (8/29/2017 8:38:00 PM)

    A blaze of glory awaits you!
    Go big!
    (Report) Reply

  • (8/27/2017 6:54:00 AM)

    Nice one! (Report) Reply

  • CHINONSO IGWE (7/5/2017 4:15:00 AM)

    nice one, i think the contradiction used in this poem makes it a little more of a dirge (Report) Reply

  • Suresh Raavi (6/23/2017 7:58:00 PM)

    Good narration. nice poem (Report) Reply

  • (4/30/2017 6:07:00 AM)

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    a very imaginative poem. The more I read it, the more I love it. be blessed in your writing. Already Reported Reply

  • Joshua Adeyemi (4/3/2017 12:14:00 PM)

    A great piece.
    Kudos to you!
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  • John S (3/23/2017 1:22:00 PM)

    Amazing! A great modern poem! Half Wordsworth/ half James Dean! A little Bukowski perhaps.

    ...Let me die in Red Ferrari recklessly driving
    Or from the perilous plunge whist sky diving...
    (Report) Reply

  • Brian Mawadri (2/23/2017 6:11:00 PM)

    beautiful piece............................ (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Mishra (2/19/2017 11:15:00 PM)

    A good one. reminds me of the structure of the seven ages. (Report) Reply

  • (1/10/2017 6:20:00 AM)

    A death is like a river of tears the sorrow will go on forever one day that river will dry up sorrow will empty out forever. Out with the sorrow and in with the new . a brand new life begins with you. (Report) Reply

  • Bisy Untan (12/1/2016 8:19:00 PM)

    Young man ' death is the dream of old man.Wonderful.Beautiful piece! ! (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2016 6:29:00 PM)

    Brilliant! No gentle into the night stuff hear, just a hurdy-gurdy blaze of glory, send in the boys from the firing squad, make my death louder then a bomb. I can think of a death but its not pg rated to list here. Love Mr McGough humor and pathos, we are all going to go out why not go out in style! (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2016 1:01:00 PM)

    Hard to concentrate on poem with that darned recitation. It's okay but I fear Mr McGough will slip from our memory. (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O' Brian (12/1/2016 9:04:00 AM)

    I sense here in between these staccato words of bravado a feeling of loss for what the years have already dissipated from the author's life, a bold and almost belligerent defiance to refuse to let anything more slip through his hands.

    It is at once invigorating in its defiance, and poignant in its hinting at underlying fragility.

    Having said that, I hope one day they find my carcass bullet-ridden and dragged through the streets of some clay-walled desert town, having led a convoy of refugees to freedom through a storm of gunfire and rockets.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/1/2016 4:26:00 AM)

    Life and death
    Tiptoe! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Shareq Rahman (11/19/2016 12:20:00 AM)

    Dirty old man.
    When he is 104 he wants to leave his mistress and sleep with her daughter. Viagra will give arythmia at that age. Is there any other secret? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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