Financing My Accounts

April 3, 1993

Build up

Build down

Mother's spinning wheel goes round and round,

Buildings and stock exchanges

Wealth builds on itself

Nimble fingers weaving cloth

Cotton grown from tilling ground,

Empires going up while the rain comes down

Some prevailing in the clouds

Many ploughing on the ground,

The sun comes up and the sun goes down

Empires aspire skyward only,

Unlike Mother with her spinning

And cotton always coming,

Empires come and gone.

Poems - JP Melville