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By Donnald M. Weill


“I hesitate to make a list, of all the countless deals I’ve missed;
Bonanzas that were in my grip, I watched them through my fingers slip;


The windfalls which I should have bought, were lost because I over thought
I thought of this, I thought of that, I could have sworn I smelled a rat;


And while I thought things over twice, another grabbed them at the price;
It seems I always hesitate, then make up my mind much too late;


When Tucson was cheap desert land, I could’ve had a heap of sand;
When Phoenix was the place to buy, I thought the climate was much too dry;


“Invest in Dallas – That’s the spot!” My sixth sense warned me I should not.
The golden chances I had then, are lost and will not come again.


Today I cannot be enticed, for everything’s so overpriced.


The deals of yesteryear are dead, the market’s soft and so’s my head.


At times a teardrop drowns my eye, for the deals I had but did not buy;


And now life’s saddest words I pen,  If only I’d invested then!”

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