'I used to have dozens of handkerchiefs <br />Of finest lawn. <br />I used to have silk shirts and fine new suits.' <br />He's like a faun <br />This darling out-at-elbows Irish boy. <br />'Those were the days <br />Before the war <br />When money could be earned a thousand ways. <br />But now—last week I had a muslin bag <br />For handkerchief! <br />No socks, no shirts'—but wiles and smiles and gleams <br />Beyond belief.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-used-to-have-dozens-of-handkerchiefs/
