Patti Masterman - Economy

The roiling stars
The face of time, must cross
From where we are
Upon this planet, tossed.

Inflations speed,
A train that none can stop;
No human deed
Could change that cosmic clock.

Our satellite,
This earthly nursery
Is bathed with light-
For there's no usury,

No tax, no fee,
To dwell upon the Earth;
Economy
Has given us our birth.

Patti Masterman

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