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.
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.
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I’ve always loved this poem.
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Seems like to be poetic marmite from the reaction
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You can keep your Marmite… but I want to die living π
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Oh no, I don’t want marmite. Utterly ghastly. But I’ll join you in that death pact.
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Good man… especially for the Marmite π
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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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Yep happy to leave the angels with you Meredith and blast out with the other side
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How about this quote? http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5237.Hunter_S_Thompson
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It doesn’t show a quote!
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βLife should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!β Hunter s. Thompson
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Yep perfect, the man was a genius. Bonkers but a genius
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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
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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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Yes! I hadn’t had that connection but you’re so right.
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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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that’s a good shout, Graeme
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I think so, but I’m already getting some earache from my partner. She wants me to go to the barbers
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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 π
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wonderful poem!!
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Great Poet can’t help where he hails from!! π
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No indeed. Can he be forgiven?
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Yup this time maybe !! π
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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. π
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