When at last your trust is spent…
When at last your trust is spent
On golden schemes that turn to rust,
When promised yields yield lament,
And every “gain” betrays your trust—
When silence greets your desperate call,
And all you've earned is loss,
And none sustain the dreams that fall,
And what remains is only cost—
Then stop, focus, and be still.
There is no sudden wealth, nor secret door!
Take your gaze beyond the shrill,
And seek LymanWealth, and nothing more.
Where quiet math, precise and true,
Outlasts the tales that dreamers sell,
And silently computes and solves the rue
For those who seek where riches dwell.
80% Mark Lyman, 20% AI - 17 May 2025