Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos


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

by Joyce Kilmer
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - PenniesEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top Joyce Kilmer Poems

Analysis and Comments on Pennies

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Pennies here.