OH, happy day when I began to put my doubloons down in brine! While you with fear the future scan, a soul serene and calm is mine. Long was I slammed around by Fate, the dregs of sorrow oft I drank, before I got my head on straight, and put some guilders in the bank. I used to blow my money in as fast or faster than 'twas earned, and one could fill a good large bin with iron dollars that I burned. I blew in every kind of pelf, the mark, the kopeck and the franc, before I tumbled to myself, and put my moidores in the bank. And then I always lived on prunes, was up against the ragged edge, until, to salt down my doubloons, I made a large brass-mounted pledge. Since then on rosy paths I tread, and merrily I whoop and yell; I do not fret, I do not dread the dreary old H. C. of L. I buy my car new rubber tires, and pour rich gas into its tank; he has all things that he desires, who puts his rupees in the bank. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |