Thursday, January 8, 2015

Let Me Die

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

Roger McGough

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