Let Me Die A Youngman's Death

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Jenny said something on a thread that reminded me of this. For those of you who don't know it - enjoy! :D

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
Gosh, that takes me back! I can remember that poem from when I was about 20, which is a LOOOOONNNNGGGG time ago!!!!!

I don't like the penultimate verse, though - pretty yukky.

(PS what on earth did I post that made you think of that poem? I can't imagine!!!!)
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Please don't be too sad at her losing interest in everything. This is, after all, something that will likely happen to us as we reach towards the end of our lives. In a way, you know, it is a blessing - how dreadful to face the end of one's life while still wanting to go on living and being so involved in life! Easier, surely, to be 'letting go' and to use that old phrase 'turn our faces to the wall'.
I hate that poem, robbed of my husband at 58.
I don't like it either. Hubbys and my own parents all died young. 55 to 63. Now my lovely hubby being taken slowly, He's 73 this year.