And how shall it end?

mcgough quote

This isn’t morbid, but rather a call to arms, not to allow age to be a barrier. It is from Roger McGough’s great poem of the same name

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

This post is part of Colleen’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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24 Responses to And how shall it end?

  1. I used to live next door to the McGoughs in Liverpool. Well, he wasn’t there any more. Two handsome gorgeous blond sons. TomTara and Finn.


  2. Sue Vincent says:

    I’ve always loved this poem.

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  3. Meredith says:

    I’ve never heard it. Maybe because my poetry is from study at university and ancient ones were the authors. All I can say “to each his own.” Certainly not my preference. I’m looking forward at some point being escorted by angels as I peacefully sleep.

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  4. Lisa Reiter says:

    I’ve never read beyond the first line before – rather fearing the content, so relieved and amazed to find it so positive. Love it. Xx


  5. noelleg44 says:

    I’ve never read this before, but loved it. Strong reminder of “Do not go gentle into that good night…” by Dylan Thomas,

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  6. What a terrific poem. Not that I’m into poetry particularly, but I like the sentiments. Right, now I’m off to get a sports car, a mistress and do some partying. But I’m happy with my beard, so I’ll leave the barbers alone for now

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  7. Rachel M says:

    Great poem. I hope I’m still riding my bike at 91 and then I’d be happy for a quick death by red sports car while out on my bike. Preferably an electric sports car πŸ™‚


  8. wonderful poem!!

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  9. willowdot21 says:

    Great Poet can’t help where he hails from!! πŸ˜‰

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  10. Wow! I loved this! I’m not quite sure what this says about me, but then I’ve never been for the conventional or the norm. This is great. πŸ˜€


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