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...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |