When young, I kissed a miser man, A brand new penny for my pain; In case he asked for a ha-penny back, I kissed him once and then again. With kisses here, and kisses there, I kissed for all that I could get; I had a mint so rich and full That kisses paid my every debt. My kisses now are wind, not breath, In refuse-heaps they lie unsold; All debts and favours, all demands, Cry out for silver, and for gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SORROW OF LOVE (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |