Where art thou, Jenny?

This poem appeared in an English textbook we used in high school.

Jenny Kissed Me
by James Leigh Hunt (1784 – 1859)

Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!

Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss’d me.

We can take so much pleasure in simple words or actions. Some, should we be lucky enough to experience them, remain with us for all of our days. Should we be luckier still, we might do or say something that will stay fresh in another’s memory for all their days.

While it’s true that a kiss can be beginning of a series of life changing events, one kiss is a small thing when measured against a lifetime. Even still, smaller actions can mean more to us than the most grand gestures, and they’ll echo down the years in our memory.

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