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The Lone Trader

From Dr. Brett Steenbarger, daughter Devon's poem, aided no doubt by listening to her father's Roxy Music collection. Note the last word of each four-line verse; they explain the last verse. What this has to do with Speculation is not readily apparent, unless, of course, you've tried it for a living. -- (10/30/3)

Alone
By Devon Mallory

Alone are rainbows
At midnight hour
Screams in the forest
That no one hears.

Alone is a hug
Stiff at arms length
An old piece of gum
Missing its taste.

Alone are ideas
Among closed minds
An ache in the heart
No one can touch.

Alone is the moon
In cloudy skies
The shooting star's path
You'll never see.

Alone is a friend
No longer there
The wilted bouquet
You cannot smell.

Filling my senses
Alone makes no sense.
I am all one.
I am alone.

A Spec comments:
I never feel alone trading the markets. For me, it's like a big rugby scrum 24/7. Except lots of different colored jerseys, and the playing field is so big you can't see the edge. Most times I can't figure out where the hell the ball is but sometimes I find it's down on the grass just waiting to be picked up. Also you always have got to watch your position, otherwise you get trampled and sometimes when you pick up the ball and start to run to where you think it's clear sailing you get tackled from behind and find yourself in the bottom of the pile squashed flat. I guess that summer in Chicago was a formative experience. Haha. -- Tom Ryan