65600 on Nostr: In a room, dim and tight, dwelled a man with a digital light, A single bitcoin, his ...

In a room, dim and tight, dwelled a man with a digital light,
A single bitcoin, his treasure, his fight,
He watched the world, with keen delight,
As banks and bonds took their flight.

"Ah," he chuckled, with a spark in his eye,
"As empires crumble, and the old riches die,
My coin, my dear, stays aloft in the sky,
A digital phoenix, soaring high."

Once laughed at, scorned, a fool among men,
For shunning the gold, the stocks, the yen,
But he, in his corner, knew even then,
That the tides would turn—just didn't know when.

The banker elite, in their suits and their ties,
Once ruled the world, under moneyed skies,
But he, with his coin, saw through their lies,
A new order, he sensed, would rise.

He hoarded his bitcoin, not for greed or for show,
But for the promise of a world, free to grow,
Beyond the chains of gold, the financial woe,
A world where wealth wasn't the highest plateau.

And now, as chaos unfurled, and markets did quake,
The man with his bitcoin had reason to make,
A laugh that was hearty, genuine, no fake,
For he rode the wave, others struggled to take.

So here's to the man, with his digital shard,
Who saw beyond the present, gazed forward, hard,
In a world obsessed with the immediate reward,
He found his strength, his future, unmarred.

Let his laughter echo, through halls of power,
A testament to the changing hour,
Where not gold, nor silver, but information tower,
And a single bitcoin, can unleash a new power.