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Sonnet – An Overworked Friend (Horace Od. I.9, Vides ut alta stet…)
(Dedicated to LM)
Although you might be entertained by toil,
The marking of derivatives and stock,
Which companies to buy and which to spoil,
Look up – The office lights are out. The clock
Says nine; your managers at home have ceased
To contemplate where circulates their cash,
If it is dollars, pounds or yen, released
In Nikkei bonds, or cloistered in a stash
Of far Bermudan hedge funds yet untold.
Put up your spreadsheet there; dispose
Your cold dispute of dividends and shares, and fold
Your balance sheets away in dark repose.
Come up the pub, uncork the cheaper booze,
And think with me withdrawn on my Muse.