Market Poetry

By Market Poetry

Remember but a few weeks past
When your holdings took a blast
The Dow was down four-hundred plus
Don’t tell me you didn’t cuss

You prayed, “Give me once last chance–
To hedge, to trim, to reduce my stance.”
Recall when the bear seemed near
How your heart filled with ugly fear

The chance you asked for has been gifted
The Dow since then has been quite lifted
So let’s now see if you’ll stay true
To all that selling you swore you’ll do

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