The economy, a force unseen,
Yet felt in every day and dream,
A fickle beast, a shifting tide,
A force that cannot be denied.
The rise and fall of stocks and trade,
The value of the goods we've made,
The flow of cash from hand to hand,
The beating heart of our land.
The market's pulse, a constant beat,
A rhythm that we all must meet,
The balance of supply and need,
The engine of our daily deed.
From the farmer's field to the store,
From the factory to the shore,
The wheels of commerce never rest,
For they drive us all, east and west.
The economy, a vital force,
A river running its endless course,
A power that we cannot flee,
A constant in our history.
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Author:
Oscar Auliq-Ice (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
a great write, comprehensive commentary
thanks for sharing
Ok, it’s like you said here’s the facts, but left unsaid was the impact on us or possibly a suggested “by us”. It felt incomplete
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