Colonel Finance

To: Professor Bankert

Sutliff* One zero two,
Day one, the clock ticks us to our doom,
An eerie hush settles over the room,
As Colonel Finance lays down his rules.

Few will triumph, he says,
Our hearts sink to the floor,
He means well, but it’s hard to tell,
When he speaks in a tone,
Much similar to a yell.

His eyes scan the room,
Stopping directly at you,
Moment of truth,
But your mouth goes dry,
All the answers seem to fly,
Right out your brain,
To the traitorous sky.

Cold cash and Benjamin Franks,
NFL stars and football champs,
Say ‘hello’ to both worlds,
In this financial boot camp.
 
Money comes and money goes,
Lectures continue as time slows,
But lasting lessons are taught,
By only the rarest of souls.

A toast to cash,
A toast to you, Sir!
For shedding light,
On what was once a blur.

We journeyed through,
an arduous tunnel,
Littered with one,
too many a struggle.

Despite all the formulae,
And rigorous calculations,
Discount bonds and amortization,
If there is but one thing we gained,
From these tribulations,
It is the lifetime security,
Of a bond with no maturity.


From your student,
Aroob M.