By trader, to trader, for trader,,,,,

No matter how you chose a lane,

Always chased by a lot of pain.

A bull, a lucky fighter,

Come here as a happy writer.

Cornered as a bear,

Into the sky sadly you stare.

It’s hard to see the money,

Unless you are the very bunnie.

 

The smiling near the cash,

Overshadows all the bash.

The frowning of the day-trader,

Angry that market is an evader.

Sister is no green hand,

She already has many fans.

Brother traded for many years,

Humbly only aiming for beers.

Let’s say “cheers!”

Believing we will be millionaires.