Stay the course — a hush against the storm,
When headlines drum and markets twist and turn,
When distant thunder takes a nation’s name
And oil climbs ladders as our dollardrain —
One hundred and twenty a barrel , a tremor sent
Through plans and portfolios, through quiet intent.
A Fed on hold: a pause like breath held long,
Not balm nor fire, but balance, cool and strong.
Policy in amber, neither rush nor shove,
A neutral harbor in the swell of coves.
So keep your bearings: weather does not make
The map you drew for years begin to break.
Remember mornings after other nights,
When panic sharpened and then dulled to sights
Of steady companies, of earnings true,
Of human habits constant as the dew.
Geopolitics will ebb and then recede,
Like tides that roar — then whisper what they need.
Compound your patience, add it to the slow
Accrual of small wins that modestly grow.
Reinvest the dividends, mind time’s long arc;
A single storm cannot erase the mark
Of steady hands and calendars well-kept,
Of plans intact when shorter tempests slept.
Anchor to principles: diversify,
Trim expenses, keep cash for when times fly.
Expect the noise — it’s part of every age —
But read the balance, not the blaring page.
For markets price the fear that fills a room,
Then, years from now, may bloom where doubt now made gloom.
So let the headlines howl; you tend the plot:
A patient steward in an anxious lot.
Hold to the course you pitched with honest grace —
Time’s quiet justice finds its rightful place.
When chaos cools and clarity returns,
Those who stayed the course will see their lessons learned.