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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

  • L Milton Hankins 9/20/2020 8:46:00 PM

    I absolutely love this poem. And, as an older man I can sympathize with the feeling! Reply

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  • Khairul Ahsan 9/15/2020 11:46:00 PM

    The caption is alright but the contents are scary! Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee 9/15/2020 11:32:00 PM

    This is the expeditious world; there need everyone, righteous rulers to volunteers, child to old; but we need to die as young man's death; this world needs the active hands; those are by born lazy no needs them; those are the king of glittering orating no needs them; those are want to live as parasite no needs them; this world needs very diligent hands Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee 9/15/2020 11:30:00 PM

    Let me die a young man's death
    not a free from SlN tiptoe in
    candle wax and waning death
    not a curtains drawn by angels borne
    'what a nice way to go' death.....great expressive;
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  • Sylvia Frances Chan 9/15/2020 11:02:00 PM

    CONGRATULATIONS, dear great Poet! Why so much about the melancholy dead?
    But you make a best Ode to this phenomena. Several stages of age you are declamating here. WOW! You speak beautiful English. Such a nicest listening to your voice, dear Poet. Perhaps I am flattering, but that is the truth. A 10 Ful Score. WOW! you are #30 on top 500, WOW!
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  • Edward Kofi Louis 9/15/2020 1:48:00 PM

    Life's journey! !

    Life and death! ! ! !

    'Candle wax and waning death'!



    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • L Milton Hankins 9/15/2020 1:47:00 PM

    Roger, this is a wonderful poem. It moves right along with rhyme, humor, and thoughtfulness. One of my favorites! Reply

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  • Dr Tony Brahmin 9/15/2020 10:59:00 AM

    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
    a v ery good poem. tony
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  • Deluke Muwanigwa 9/15/2020 9:35:00 AM

    This is nice. So how did he die? Great morbidity said in a lively poetic way Reply

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Death Poems
  1. 1. Let Me Die A Youngman's Death
    Roger McGough
  2. 2. And Death Shall Have No Dominion
    Dylan Thomas
  3. 3. Death Is Nothing At All
    Henry Scott Holland
  4. 4. Death Be Not Proud
    John Donne
  5. 5. Because I Could Not Stop For Death
    Emily Dickinson
  6. 6. Nothing But Death
    Pablo Neruda
  7. 7. A Poet's Death Is His Life Iv
    Khalil Gibran
  8. 8. A Dream Of Death
    William Butler Yeats
  9. 9. A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, O..
    Dylan Thomas
  10. 10. Father Death Blues
    Allen Ginsberg
  11. 11. Death
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  12. 12. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death
    William Butler Yeats
  13. 13. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some
    Emily Dickinson
  14. 14. The Beauty Of Death Xiv
    Khalil Gibran
  15. 15. Death Wants More Death
    Charles Bukowski
  16. 16. The Death Of Joy Gardner
    Benjamin Zephaniah
  17. 17. A City's Death By Fire
    Derek Walcott
  18. 18. The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
    Randall Jarrell
  19. 19. After Death
    Sara Teasdale
  20. 20. First Death In Nova Scotia
    Elizabeth Bishop
  21. 21. Death Xxvii
    Khalil Gibran
  22. 22. Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind
    Emily Dickinson
  23. 23. A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An ..
    Phillis Wheatley
  24. 24. A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  25. 25. A Ballad Of Death
    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  26. 26. On The Death Of A Young Lady Of Five Yea..
    Phillis Wheatley
  27. 27. Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
    John Donne
  28. 28. Gacela Of The Dark Death
    Federico García Lorca
  29. 29. Go Down, Death
    James Weldon Johnson
  30. 30. Death &Amp; Fame
    Allen Ginsberg
  31. 31. On Death
    Anne Killigrew
  32. 32. The Death Of The Hired Man
    Robert Frost
  33. 33. On The Death Of Anne Brontë
    Charlotte Brontë
  34. 34. I Have A Rendezvous With Death
    Alan Seeger
  35. 35. Death Fugue
    Paul Celan
  36. 36. On The Death Of That Most Excellent Lady,
    Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
  37. 37. Love &Amp; Fame &Amp; Death
    Charles Bukowski
  38. 38. For The Anniversary Of My Death
    William Stanley Merwin
  39. 39. If Death Is Kind
    Sara Teasdale
  40. 40. Fugue Of Death
    Paul Celan
  41. 41. Death
    William Butler Yeats
  42. 42. The Death Of The Flowers
    William Cullen Bryant
  43. 43. All But Death, Can Be Adjusted
    Emily Dickinson
  44. 44. As At Thy Portals Also Death
    Walt Whitman
  45. 45. Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low
    Walter Savage Landor
  46. 46. An Elegy On The Death Of Kenneth Patchen
    Lawrence Ferlinghetti
  47. 47. Death
    Heinrich Heine
  48. 48. On Hearing Of A Death
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  49. 49. A Death-Bed
    Rudyard Kipling
  50. 50. A Satirical Elegy On The Death Of A Late..
    Jonathan Swift

Death Poems

  1. Death Be Not Proud

    Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then? One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

  2. And Death Shall Have No Dominion

    And death shall have no dominion. Dead man naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

  3. Because I Could Not Stop For Death

    Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- And Immortality. We slowly drove- He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility- We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess- in the Ring- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain- We passed the Setting Sun- Or rather- He passed us- The Dews drew quivering and chill- For only Gossamer, my Gown- My Tippet- only Tulle- We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground- The Roof was scarcely visible- The Cornice- in the Ground- Since then- 'tis Centuries- and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity-

  4. Death Is Nothing At All

    Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect. Without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you. For an interval. Somewhere. Very near. Just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.