HIS LAST WORDS
The world, my son
is one big market
people buying, people selling
some winning, some just walking through.
I was once a loud voice in it
Trading dreams, chasing deals
but today, I feel quiet
like the shop is closing.
Lying here, I hear something
a whisper, maybe a name
and I think it’s time
to pack my things.
Son, listen to me
life is trade and timing.
When your chance comes
don’t hesitate to sell your best.
Now go
make your profit with grace.
My work is done.
Farewell.
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