If my being sad –
would make you happy,
I’d go out and gather grief –
Invest in desperation –
Beyond most all belief,
But when I see you happy,
There will go my grief –
And with it my investment –
No bailout – no relief.
If my being happy –
would make you happy,
I’d go out and corner joy –
Invest in love and charity
And watch my fortunes grow.
I’d share that joy forever
Compounded interest – that –
No bank could hold the dividends
My investment would begat.
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Your a poet. I loved this poem. The topic you used is quite unique. Glad to see another post from you.
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Thank you so much, Peggy – I have always loved poetry – and I like to dabble in a little amateurish verse myself.
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My favorite poet way back there was Edgar Allen Poe. Very dark, mysterious gentleman for sure.
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