Wise Banking Investment

In halls of gold where wealth takes flight,
The wise do tread with measured might.
A coin unspent, a treasure grown,
In silence waits, its worth unknown.

First heed the hearth, thy basic need,
Let shelter and bread thy first seed feed.
A portion kept, thy future’s shield,
From storm and strife, thy fate is sealed.

Then cast thy gaze to ventures bold,
Where steady hands turn lead to gold.
In stocks or bonds, or lands that yield,
Seek balance, not the sword nor shield.

Mark not the lures of fleeting gain,
For greed doth oft bring ruin’s pain.
Instead, the streams of steady flow,
Shall nourish fields where fortunes grow.

Diversify, the elders say,
Lest winds of fate sweep all away.
Split not thy wealth to risks too wide,
But neither let it idly bide.

Heed counsel wise, the banker’s lore,
Yet trust thy gut, the instinct’s core.
For wealth, though fleeting as the tide,
Shall serve thee best when wisdom’s guide.

So tend thy hoard with prudent care,
Let patience grow thy riches rare.
And when thy coin brings peace of mind,
Know wealth is truly freedom’s find.

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