This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end- Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release- Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best- God! but the interest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |