I had a thousand dollars -- a sudden rain of pelf. I said, "I'll buy me now a shining treasure for myself." And so I went outside and bought a whole long day of joy, A thousand dollars' worth of something nothing can destroy. I go about my living now, a slave for food and bed, But I'd rather have that day of joy than a year of idle bread. I'd rather have that day of joy, with its singing in my ears, Than book and bank and emptiness to carry down the years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TWO SONNETS: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG |