He is a man of talent
Which some would call good sense.
He became a stock market guru
A husband, dad and mensch.
He lived through a mixed up childhood
On the streets of New York City
He played the horn in Harlem
To many a jazz or blues ditty.
He lived through World War II
And endless bombing missions
He almost got killed several times
But emerged from it with vision.
He started his own business
With articles in Barron’s
He built it with great writing
And calling trends with daring.
He went through several marriages
Which couldn’t have been easy
But then with Faye he got it right
And never again felt queasy.
He’s always thought for himself
He’s off the wall and different
From the cacti to the Harleys
To a daughter with autism
He’s a collector of guns and stamps
A lover of fine gems
Old radio shows lull him to sleep
Till he’s up at 3 a.m.
He reads five papers daily,
Plus magazines by the bins
Then he works out on machines
And checks the markets’ whims.
He’s a top flight market analyst
A fearless currency trader
He calls them as he sees them
And learns if he was right later.
He’s an expert in discerning trends
In stocks and bonds and business
Not to mention world affairs
And even health and fitness.
He’s a Renaissance man, as many have said,
A multi-talented guy.
From art to girls to fashion,
Nothing misses his eye.
He’s overcome adversity
With guns and guts and gumption
A tireless, seeking attitude,
Toughness and chelation.
He’s provided for his family
And many others besides
He gets along with all of us
And takes part in our lives.
I hope he’s got a few more years
To drive his family crazy
Coming from a dad like him
You know I can’t be lazy.
Daria Doering 
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