The Stock Market

The opening Bell, in New York State,
Is open for business Determining our Fate;
With Millions of dollars, Trading hands,
The Chatter of buying, and selling stands;
Be careful of riches, So easily made,
The Markets are Tricky, in dealing with Trade;
For soon the closing Bell will sound,
Leaving so many, without a Crown;
History has shown, We can’t always win,
You may for a while, but look at the Trend;
The markets are straining, Against the tide,
Of corruption and greed, And to much Pride;
Perhaps we can learn, from the wise old man,
A hard days work, Is better than chance;
True Labor Performed, has earned great Merit,
With Paycheck in hand, Any bank will Credit;
The Weather in Markets, Seem Cloudy and Grey,
So Save your Money, For rainy Days;

By: Mark A. England