The ticker ticks its ups and downs.
Enchanted by the Market’s call.
Investor’s fortunes rise and fall
Upon the whims of kings and clowns.

They often wear misfortune’s frowns
When all their dreams fall off the Wall,
And find it isn’t good for all
When Lady Luck makes daily rounds.

But, if you dabble wisely when
You need a place for funds to grow,
Your fortunes may rise up again
To please, more than you’ve ever been,
When guided by those men who know
Stock Market’s secret stratagem.

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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