Rudyard Kipling

The Dying Chauffeur

Adam Lindsay Gordon
--The Muse Among the Motors (1900-1930)

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!

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