A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand <br />Behold him stand; <br />A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad. <br />The joy that once he had, <br />The first delight of ownership is fled. <br />He bows his little head. <br />Ah, cruel Time, to kill <br />That splendid thrill! <br /> <br />Then in his tear-dimmed eyes <br />New lights arise. <br />He drops his treasured pennies on the ground, <br />They roll and bound <br />And scattered, rest. <br />Now with what zest <br />He runs to find his errant wealth again! <br /> <br />So unto men <br />Doth God, depriving that He may bestow. <br />Fame, health and money go, <br />But that they may, new found, be newly sweet. <br />Yea, at His feet <br />Sit, waiting us, to their concealment bid, <br />All they, our lovers, whom His Love hath hid. <br /> <br />Lo, comfort blooms on pain, and peace on strife, <br />And gain on loss. <br />What is the key to Everlasting Life? <br />A blood-stained Cross.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pennies-5/
