Draft in the author’s style. This poem was written for Poet of Wall Street to sit beside the author’s own readings, and is waiting for the author’s review. The commentary is a working draft too.
The bull came charging up the hill with horns held to the sky,
He tossed the prices upward and he taught the charts to fly.
The bear came lumbering after with his heavy, sleepy paws,
He swiped the gains back downward without pity or a pause.
They wrestled in the valley where the brave and nervous meet,
And the dust of all their fighting settled over all the street.
The bull said, climb forever, there is no ceiling to the sky,
The bear said, every mountain has a slope for those who fly.
I watched them from the ridge-line with my savings in my hand,
And I learned to walk between them on the middle of the land.
For the bull will wear his horns out and the bear will wake from sleep,
But the one who keeps a level head has something he can keep.
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Commentary
The two animals of the market, the rising bull and the falling bear, become characters in a fable. The speaker learns to live between them.
“The bull came charging up the hill” and “taught the charts to fly,” while “the bear came lumbering after” and “swiped the gains back downward without pity or a pause.” The two wrestle “where the brave and nervous meet.”
The bull promises there is “no ceiling to the sky,” and the bear warns that “every mountain has a slope.” Watching “with my savings in my hand,” the speaker learns “to walk between them.” The last line praises “the one who keeps a level head.”