Posted by ch (24..59.201) on December 20, 2024 at 07:23:20:
In the quiet hum of trading screens,
Dreams were woven, bound by means.
Hopeful charts and lines of green,
Promised fortunes, yet unseen.
A gamble made, a risk embraced,
Funds ventured, none misplaced.
Yet markets turned, and winds did shift,
Leaving hopes to slowly drift.
In the red, the numbers sank,
A heart that raced, a mind gone blank.
Fortunes lost in a market’s frown,
In the quiet fall, they drowned.
Yet in the loss, a lesson gleams,
In failed dreams, new wisdom beams.
For every dip, a future rise,
In patience, the resilient prize.
So take this fall, not as defeat,
But steps that guide returning feet.
For in the ebb and flow of trade,
Strength is found, and courage made.