My stocks rise up And then they fall But guessing trends Is not my call.
When 'ere I buy The stocks go down They stay that way All over town.
And so I sell Those gosh darn things. And you can guess What morning brings.
Yes, my friend, You have it right Those stocks got hot Just overnight.
Big trades in stocks Just aren't for me As normal souls Can quickly see.
But now I've know The way to go To get my savings Back in tow.
I've found the best Escape for me Is buy myself A safe CD.
THE END
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Reviews of "Some People Have It"
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on October 9, 2005
Great advice and you and I walk the same path sounds like.
Thanks for this wonderful poem reassuring me I'm not alone in this world. That's why 35 years in Vegas I never went gambling and left the room so others could win. Honest truth!
Tracey 42xoox(c :)
Thanks for this wonderful poem reassuring me I'm not alone in this world. That's why 35 years in Vegas I never went gambling and left the room so others could win. Honest truth!
Tracey 42xoox(c :)
So true!
Cynthia