The Debt

This is the debt I payJust for one riotous day,Years of regret and grief,Sorrow without relief.
Pay it I will to the end—Until the grave, my friend,Gives me a true release—Gives me the clasp of peace.
Slight was the thing I bought,Small was the debt I thought,Poor was the loan at best—God! but the interest!

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