Gifting my brothers a poem
Bitcoin turns the game around
In the past, everything was taken away,
The man cried, the money was gone.
Holding back to abandon gold and gems,
Borrowing money from people all over the street, what else is left?
Bitcoin was once a dream,
Playing like waves of silver, regretting nothing lost.
Rising high without stopping,
Falling face down, days black as night.
But life is not only bitter,
Those with firm hearts, keeping calm.
Learning the bitter lessons of hardship,
Saving every coin, building faith to raise a house.
Bitcoin returns like precious gems,
The man confidently strides through the trials.
Cautious, not rushing to catch the mist,
Keeping the heart steady, seeking the path to revival.
Tall houses, shiny cars,
Holding branded goods, adorned with gold and jewels.
Private jets take off with a greeting,
Europe, Japan, the sky beckons.
Yachts gliding over magical waves,
Thousands of glasses of wine, dear friends surrounding.
Bitcoin once shattered,
Now returning for vengeance, the blue sky calls.