Poem about the financial markets |
The Waves (2011) Afar from the gloomy investing world, The exuberant and arrogant youths Fulfilled their thrills by riding hazardous High waves on a beautiful blazing day. When they grasped the bouncy waves with their boards, Bolts of electrical shock sprinted through Their veins accompanied with huge doses of Unconstrained adventurous addiction. While pondering how high the waves can go. How perilous can the waves truly be? Absurd, many say. The seasoned surfers Are too good to fail. Experience with Swift sight is all a surfer really needs To stay afloat on the turbulent waves. As the dwarf sized waves became hill-sized waves, Some smooth youths elicited sweltering Sweat from forehead to cheek, internally Yearning to be away from peril. Yet some daring surfers, desiring pride, Foolishly dwelled to ride the climbing waves As it became terribly mountainous. Somehow, the promising waves could not take The pressure and abruptly collapsed like An avalanche, leading the brash surfers Down in despair with no chance of repair. Not even the merciful lifeguards could Save the fallen fun-seekers from their plight. Can we ever ride the high waves again? |