The roiling stars <br />The face of time, must cross <br />From where we are <br />Upon this planet, tossed. <br /> <br />Inflations speed, <br />A train that none can stop; <br />No human deed <br />Could change that cosmic clock. <br /> <br />Our satellite, <br />This earthly nursery <br />Is bathed with light- <br />For there's no usury, <br /> <br />No tax, no fee, <br />To dwell upon the Earth; <br />Economy <br />Has given us our birth.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/economy-2/
