New poem Everyday I'm getting older and my dreams are getting colder. The stock moving down and sideways for years isn't helping my sleep and we hear from management not a peep. I hope when stock is acquired I'm not 20 years retired. I'm investing in this position so much so heavy I can't even a afford a 10 year old Chevy. I sure hope I'm not wrong and lose my money if so do I'm assured I'll also lose my honey.