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