I sit and watch the figures glide along -- The Ticker Tape is printing on my brain The numbers. Now they change into a song, Repeated over and over and over again. A stock is going up, then downward dives. Once in a while, a millionaire is made; More often, broken hearts and shattered lives Are aftermath of this -- the game they played. "Money, the root of evil," how we long To pile it up and revel in its play! Is it a curse or blessing? Right or wrong, The Ticker Tape continues on its way. Life! In the ceaseless grind of Things to Be, What message brings your Ticker Tape to me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |