A little poetry which was once featured in an episode of Inspector Morse, of which I am a massive fan.
After 8 years of patient holding, increasing my holding well into 7 figures along the way, it does feel somewhat flat. Nevertheless, the experience has afforded me a good profit, must not grumble, but oh it could have been so much better than this. I am not bitter or angry, it could have ended in tears and with the right strategy we could all make some more coin yet. Lord knows, OZL picked up some amazing assets. Anyhow, I can buy a car or two and have a very decent holiday. I hope you enjoy the words ; I think it summarises how I felt at the beginning, to how I feel at the end.
Excerpts from the poem by A.E.Housman.
"How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day."
Night all.
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