Poetry for Traders...

It is so very strange
When you start to lose
It causes you to sit back
And start to quietly muse

First of all you notice
It's not the money causing pain
The real source of the misery
Comes right from the brain

You think back to when you started
Wanting to be the best
What used to hurt back then, was
Ego, pride, the rest

Now it's something different
To do with time that's past
How far away is success?
How much longer can I last?

The motivation wanes
Enthusiasm fades
Did the books make any difference?
What about the trades?

I've given up so much
In learning how to trade
Trying to gain my freedom
To be a man, self-made

It's Friday afternoon again
I don't know what to say
But I'll be back in on Monday
To continue on my way
 
Some trading days feel good
Others make me blue
Then I get a day like this
The market scrapes me off it's shoe
 
I'm missing a Friday evening
Will this illiquid market ever trade-out?
Two quite viable options here
Wait until the end, or bail-out
 
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I might be going mad
Maybe it's a sign
But when I read other posts
I keep expecting them to rhyme
 
A number of posts ago
You may actually remember
I wrote about flaw, of
The great break-even blunder

It may be nice, initially
To set it to your entry
But ultimately get kicked-out
19 out of 20

It will occasionally save you
Those times, try to forget
Keep an eye on your P&L
There will be no regret
 
A number of posts ago
You may actually remember
I wrote about flaw, of
The great break-even blunder

It may be nice, initially
To set it to your entry
But ultimately get kicked-out
19 out of 20

It will occasionally save you
Those times, try to forget
Keep an eye on your P&L
There will be no regret

Many will attempt to argue but rather than try resolve this
I'm steadfast in belief, that breakeven is for the novice
 
If you're Long
and you're wrong
then you ought
to be Short


Glenn
 
Bored. Bored. Bored
There's my setup, trade
Bored. Bored. Bored
There's my money, made.
 
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The market's out to get me
Inducing paranoia
Losing every time
The last time I trade Soya
 
Dedicated my life to this
No fun; No money; No honey
Surpasses that of tragic
To enter the realms of funny
 
Been contemplating life
My place here on the earth
The worst way to go?
Trade yourself to death.
 
Government lets in foreigners
Truly no accident
Take away the 'id's
Now what about the accent?
 
Sorry for not having written of late
But me and cable have been in a bate
She's been choppy and somewhat stroppy
Whilst my P&L ain't been great
 
Sure thing kitejedi
Ain't no shame
We've all been there
Felt your pain
 
Saw a bit
Grabbed a bit
Had a bit
Lost it

Prayed for it
Lied for it
Hoped for it
Lit Joss Sticks

Soothed my psyche
Left my wife
Only ate meat on Tuesdays

Had some cash
Now in the past
Look back and my life was wasted
 
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