Bitcoin Poem 118

Two Titans (Bitcoin Poem 118)

As stores of value, two titans stand
One old as time, one new in the land
Gold gleams with an ancient lore
Bitcoin opens a brand new door

Yellow metal, mined more each year
Still has too much inflation, we fear
Its authenticity, hard to prove
By ship or plane, it’s forced to move

Bitcoin, child of a digital age
Finite and quick, enters the stage
At light speed, traverses the globe
New frontiers of freedom to probe

Choose the one that you think is right
Gold from the earth, or digital light
Or some of both, for each in their way
Stores up value for a future day