This gun you point at the kitty,
It comes with a responsibility.
Purchase shares,
Hold them longterm,
Forget the glares,
Adorn them over your years,
Hold your fire for decaditty...
Watch your children grow,
Teach them similar patience,
Money market,
It can pay you bright,
Or it might bite,
But tell them to not be scared,
Don't be scared or obsessed...
Don't speculate, oh dear trader,
For speculation is so immature,
Invest thousands,
You can reap millions,
Think of your kids,
They will thank you even later,
Much later, after you're gone...
Remember, the Devil feeds on your fears,
It dies when the fog in your mind clears.
My HP Poem #2016
©Atul Kaushal
