Sages

The sign of the dollar is blinding.

In its luminosity it sheds

What the workers are finding

In dreams out of beds.

When the task is met with flair

The employer and employees find

That dollars tossed in the air

Can motivate the mind.

Cash flow permits

The thinker to care,

When he or she sits

And accounts for each share.

Every man, woman, and child

Can appreciate the risk

Of the spinning profit wheels made mild

Because of the mind’s own inner disc.

This slowing down is the answer

To the problem of the ages.

Where thought is a dancer

And cash falls into the hands of sages.