Lots of wishes and longings and laments... now for some real thing!
Enjoy! :-))
Let me die a young man'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 humour
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 young man'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
Not a poem for poetry's sake, but it does inflame imagination :)
ReplyDeleteStick to the heartbreaks, the laments, the longings, the aches... :P :-).
ReplyDeleteInterestingly, the reverse of all ages mentioned (37, 19, 401) are prime numbers... Take this as a compliment! :-)
ReplyDeleteHey com'on... what'd you like better... pining for some elusive lover or riding a red sports car with a new beauty everyday? :)
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