The Dividend Bush

By Mitchell

Like a rose plucked precipitously
The dividend makes its way to my account
Does it sit prettier there?
Painful taxes and the task of reinvestment I now face
Had my rose remained attached
Would it not smell sweet?
And blossom further?
And to other roses yield?

One Response to “The Dividend Bush”

  1. Market Poetry Says:

    Thanks for the poem, Mitchell. I especially like the double meaning of “yield” in the last line.

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