The Price

At the sound of the bell, you rushed on the floor and as the morning breaks you push through the door; the screens are filled with numbers the phones are lighting up and you just don’t know who to trust. The news anchor arrives on the scene with a report that is not so clean, he leaked the secrecy on air and turned the market in frenzy far and near; electronics are selling but guns are sinking into the ground, there is no appetite for Swiss cheese but Americans cars are still speeding in the breeze. The penguins are walking hand in hand, some gather in small groups conversing with each other and embracing one another. I can see an anxious man standing in the corner grinding his teeth and shaking his legs, and numbers keeps going up and down on the board and he looked at it with intense precision The woman on the side kept her smile real wide, her numbers keep climbing her support kept growing and whole town is embracing her. I felt a warm feeling inside as my stock, bonds and shares has landed wealth in my hand and trading was just right for a lengthy sacrifice. The theory of the East is simple, you must buy and sell in and out of season, keep your price at a normal rate and when it’s time to go, get up and walk through the gate; don’t hang around when the market is closed Don’t talk with your competitors before the victory is won; the Arabs and the Asians are one of a kind and the Jews and the gentiles knows what is divine I gather my team and build an entourage for the summit. Horses and mules trotting along as the delegation heads to the east singing a merry song. That’s where the oil is flowing and the goat meat is stewing and hens are laying eggs. Jewelry is expensive and diamonds are raising havoc in the skies, emerald, rubies, Sapphire and Jasper shall be with you for the rest of your life The African merchants are raising the heat but the Chinese are holding on to the beat, the prices are high and but value is what counts. I have more that what money can buy.