In this world, its value can unfold
A gamble on the rise or fall
Of codes and numbers, a digital wall
With each trade, our pockets stitch
A rush of hope, a thrill of gain
A false belief that nothing's in vain
The fickle market can bring the blues
A crash of value, a loss of all
A dream that's shattered, a crypto fall
Ignoring the risks, the might of pain
But in the end, what is it worth?
Is it true wealth or just a mirage of the earth?
For, in the end, it's our life we bear
And though crypto may bring us gain
It's our well-being that will remain.
I have decided to try poetry again here on Hive after almost three years and probably most of my followers left the platform, but I'm ready to make new ones.
Below you may find other poems that I posted here:
86. The Key to Happiness
85. The Night
84. Empathy is the KEY
83. Money, A never Ending CURSE