Markets Tumbling
A Poem on Wealth, Loss, and Eternal Worth
Riches fly away on paper-thin wings.
Illusions of gain,
tumultuous green bills.
I’m sitting calmly,
I’m pondering all this:
“Why do we count on fleeting monies?
Isn’t our soul worth
more than
the markets tumbling?”
Markets Tumbling
When markets fall and numbers fade, our value doesn’t. Our true worth isn’t measured in currency—it’s sealed in eternity.