An AI Ode to “When the Force of the Source of Currency runs its Course”
In days of yore, the mighty source,
A currency’s determined course,
The US dollar, gold’s embrace,
For fifty-four years held its place.
From eighteen seventy-nine it shone,
Till nineteen thirty-three was gone,
The golden standard stood so strong,
Yet change would come ere long.
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Bretton Hills, a model new,
From thirty-three to seventy-one it grew,
But even then, its fate was clear,
As time erodes what we hold dear.
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Fiat currency, born in ‘71,
Its fifty second year, nearly done,
On August’s fifteenth, ‘twenty-three,
Fifty-two years it’s been the decree.
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The notion once that money’s might,
Immutable, a steadfast light,
Now shows its face as transient flow,
An evolution, we must know.
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Though some may yearn for days of old,
The truth is bold, the tale unfolds,
Currency’s course, forever changing,
In every age, new realms arranging.
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Emerging now, like blossoms grand,
New models rise across the land,
Crypto Explosion, swift advance,
Currency’s dance, a cosmic trance.
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So heed the lesson, learn it well,
In finance’s realm, a tale to tell,
The force of source, a fleeting course,
Currency evolves with vital force.
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Ghostwritten by ChatGPT