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...TO MY DEAR AND LOVING HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET ROCK OF AGES' by EDWARD H. RICE WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS THE APPROACH OF LOVE by LOUIS ARAGON WESTERN MORNING by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |