Paper poetry

A curve
like the side of a mountain,
shooting in the flat horizon,
powered by belief that will keep on going;
something special
that will not end.
Mountains have two sides,
the curve climbs a mountain peak, but
then a plunge
down the other side
evaporates.
The people wonder why
they were wounded so badly.
The plunge often wipes out
what people had
when they ran a picture
different,
suffered the delight and pain,
most dramatic.

From an article on investments and bitcoins in todays paper. On a humorous note, just below was an ad for facial and vaginal rejuveination…..with a September special, buy 2 get 1 free….I don’t know but last I checked, I only had one of each….so who would get the free one? Things I ponder over my yogurt ๐Ÿ™‚
Peace and happy Sunday folks ๐Ÿ™‚