Day Trader

Stockbroker slammed it,
made it big, his portfolio
crammed with all his bids.

Became a wonder-boy using
wits and bluster, snowing all
with his daring ploy.

He raked in the dough,
made his clients thrilled, other
brokerages vied for his attention.

He hopped from one firm
to the other, they put big
bucks up to own that man.

He soon decided, why share
my load, no need to
cut my profit wholes.

I’ll be my own man
keep all the funds, capital
riches will be all mine.

Day trading’s the way,
just wait you’ll see, I’ll
attract an endless run of pay.

But capital ran thin,
the market didn’t play fair.
None of this was in his plan.

Hedging bets turned against,
wheeling and dealing
no longer made cents.

Soon clients’ nest eggs
subsidized his needs,
money flow turned to begs.

Borrowing, thieving,
telling lies, the risks
he took stared him
right between the eyes.

Greed distorted,
deceit sold his soul,
he came to believe his own
fraudulent contortions.

When all was spent
and all was lost, he
was left with nothing,
in his sickening descent.

You’ve never been the same,
you’re out of the game.
The man I once knew,
lives in a shadow of pain.

Dow's Damage: 13% in Five Days

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  1. what a horrible decay of human soul for money.

    a fact that always amazes me.

    fabulously written poem gayle. very well written.

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  2. Yes, a horrible decay. I’m glad you like this, Trisha–thank you.

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  3. I don’t know how people do this kind of thing for a living. It must be like a drug and it uses people up like drugs do…

    Wonderful poem portraying the highs and lows.

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    • It’s really like having a gambling addiction. It eats you up like any other mental illness can. This person is my ex-husband. It was hell to live through and watch the decline.

      Thanks, Lorna.

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  4. to give into the humanity – the wants – powerfully told story here – “Greed distorted,
    deceit sold his soul,
    he came to believe his own
    fraudulent contortions.” – ah to defraud yourself… nicely done! great seeing it linked up at Poetry Palace,

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    • That’s the worst of it…defrauding yourself. To believe your own lies…

      Thanks so much for the great comment…I appreciate that.
      Gayle ~

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  5. A true understanding of how greed can destroy the soul of a person. Nicely done

    http://mrblaque78.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/discarded-without-hopes/

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  6. This is especially the story of now. Well told.

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  7. sad ending,

    we constantly experiencing pain, that’s life.
    Thanks for linking to poets rally.

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  8. There’s an element of truth in it

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  9. What a decline.

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  10. mmm…hard reality when the heart turns…def would fit people i know well beyond traders….

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  11. it truly does become a “sickening descent” powerful and poignant! nicely done!

    http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2010/08/18/cigarettes-and-lipstick-napkins/

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  12. that’s great story telling for a story that’s oh so true

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  13. think there are many that fall into that trap – and once you realize it can be too late…well penned bodi

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    • It’s that gambling mentality…always thinking the next deal is going to be the big one that saves your ass… ha!

      Thanks, Claudia.

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  14. What an excellent story/poem. You really captured that kind of person. Well done!

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    • Thanks, Madeleine…I appreciate the compliment. By the way, I really enjoyed your interview over at Poets United. What an interesting life you have lived with so many major career/life changes.

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  15. Great story, so nicely done!

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  16. An all too familiar story in this day when money is a god. But, I guess it’s always been this way, just different means. NIce write!

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/the-sun-came-up-again-4/

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  17. I don’t relate to this sort of greed. I don’t get it on any level … it just makes no sense to me. You surely wrote about this well!

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  18. What a horrible thing to live through.
    My partner is in the finnacial business. His most used sentence is ‘past profits are no guide to future performance’.

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  19. A good read.. 🙂

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  20. Those who are trusted,
    Sometimes fall off the Wall,
    And then they are busted,
    With nothing at all.

    I trusted and lost my savings. Your poem is indeed true. Thanks for sharing.

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  21. This is all so true. Humans worship money now and that has become their ‘God’ Not very civilised are we when we can see others starving and homeless and simply want to make more money.

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    • I don’t get that thinking at all either. The greed becomes all consuming…yes, like their God. If I ever daydream about what I might do if I came into a lot of money…I always think about who I can help…not hurt.

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  22. This was a journey for me filled with great storytelling and truths.

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  23. Powerful and truthful words…great job!

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  24. Great piece, I think you’ve really captured the industry. Hopefully they’re not all like that!

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    • No, I don’t think they’re all like that…but I would say a lot are. In my experience in knowing people in that business…they’re a pretty arrogant bunch.

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  25. how very sad – so many do this, it’s hard to believe but at the same time, not.

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  26. As hard as this may have been for your ex (if he indeed ever ‘woke up’ to the reality of it – some never do), I imagine it must have been doubly bad for YOU to have to be with him at that time, always wondering about stability or what would happen to YOUR life, etc….because a partner’s actions *always* affect the other person, the other person’s life…it’s disgusting that some people are so damned selfish and uncaring about the pain they inflict on other people. What a dumb bastard. I am glad you are done with him, G. Did it help you to write this? I imagine it probably would. At least it’s in the past!

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    • It’s been many years since I divorced him and sometimes the memory of that painful time is just so sad. It affected me and our two daughters very much. No, he never woke up…still living in a delusional state of thinking. The girls and I are civil with him but realize that he still will inflict damage on us…if we let him. Fortunately for me, I made a clean break and rarely have to see or speak to him.

      I think it does help to write about it when the feelings arise. I certainly don’t want to dwell on the past but I think it helps to process the emotions. And others who may be going through something similar can know they’re not alone.

      Thanks for the support…it’s very nice to have.

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  27. Horrible decay of a human. Well done poem.

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  28. I am still amazed what is it in money that leads to such devastation of man…Yes money is important but is it the sole reason for happiness…Lovely poem…

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    • Yeah, money attachment can be a powerful means to decline. No, there are so many more important aspects to happiness…some just don’t get it. Thanks, Tweety.

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  29. This is a good story! Kind of reminds me of a movie ‘Wall Street – money never sleeps’… Money is not everything, so sad that some find out about it far too late.

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    • Thanks! You know I had just watched the sequel to that movie and was inspired to tell my experience with living with a day trader/stock broker. 🙂

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