Classic Poem

I HAD a heart as good as gold
For spending or for buying;
It bought me many a hand to hold
And many a breath for sighing.

It bought me many a mouth to kiss,
And many a secret token —
But what's the good of all of this
Now that my heart is broken!

My heart that once, as good as gold,
Bought anything that mattered
Is like a tale completely told,
Like golden money scattered. . . .

But somewhere there's a heart so young
It still can spare for spending
Will sing the song that I have sung,
Beginning with my ending.