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
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/economy-2/
