The Falling Foxes.

          The Falling Foxes.

'My stocks have fallen’ says the bear.

As the stocks  boom at the bull’s fair.

It is not at all a breach of trust,

But the bane of one’s interest;

If making choices is a clear,one side game,

Where does break out, the betrayal blame?

Life is a gamble of crossing the fence.

Even kids bet their lot, with innocence.

Adults moot their confidence and power of the brain.

The Aged push in, their trump card of senile domain .

In a weird wager, each one wields a key to press.

Some are good at dice; some champion in  chess.

A few climb the snake and ladder tree,

While a few creamy, excel in all three.

Those who stand to lose, shall not blame the stocks.

In playing with the stocks, each one has to be a fox.

When the stocks fall, the fox loses its sheen ;

But the stocks will  ever be a pasture green.

The falling foxes have a lesson to learn;

Grab the sides, for a climb sure and stern.

                                                  P.Chandrasekaran.