OF all the divers brands of joy that make our journey sunny, of all the bliss without alloy, there's none like spending money. It's well to put away a wad, against the rainy weather; it's well, when hard times are abroad, to have some coins together. But when you've salted down a roll of sesterces and talents, then, to invigorate your soul, go out and blow the balance. Don't let the saving habit grow, until you are a miser; salt down a part, a portion blow—that policy's the wiser. I like to toddle to the bank and put some bones in pickle; I like to save, but I'm no crank on saving every nickel. I like to take the extra plunk, and to the mart go flying, and buy a lot of useless junk, just for the sake of buying. I like to whisper to the clerks, "Get busy, boys, get busy! I've come to buy the whole blamed works, and make you fellows dizzy!" Of all the standard brands of bliss, that fill our lives with honey, there's surely nothing equals this—the blowing in of money! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND LINES COMPOSED AT GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS CARPE DIEM by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF |