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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TICKER TAPE, by ELIZABETH KELTY BEITEL First Line: I sit and watch the figures glide along Last Line: What message brings your ticker tape to me? Subject(s): Stock Exchange | |||
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...THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM THE HOROSCOPE POEMS: JANUARY 1ST by ANNE SEXTON AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS PAN IN WALL STREET by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN POEM TO NEGRO AND WHITES by MAXWELL BODENHEIM CRISPUS ATTUCKS by OLIVA WARD BUSH THE CURB-BROKERS by FLORENCE WILKINSON EVANS ELEGY ON A NORDIC WHITE PROTESTANT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER WHATEVER THE STOCK EXCHANGE by MABEL GILBERT LARIMER |
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