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The Dying Chauffeur
By Rudyard Kipling
Wheel me gently to the garage, since my car and I must part,
No more for me the record and the run.
That cursed left-hand cylinder the doctors call my heart
Is pinking past redemption, I am done!
They'll never strike a mixture that'll help me pull my load.
My gears are stripped, I cannot set my brakes.
I am entered for the finals down the timeless untimed Road
To the Maker of the makers of all makes!
Extra Info:
Adam Lindsay Gordon - The Muse Among the Motors (1900-1930)
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