real-estate-poemWhat inspires you? What gets you out of bed in the morning? Coffee? Your dreams? Your dog? Your alarm clock? The thrill of making deals and making money? All of the above? At Hipster, we like to collect inspiration as much as we like to collect properties and friends.

Inspiration for success is everywhere in our daily lives – from looking out the window at a beautiful tree to reflecting upon our past decisions (both good and bad). Sometimes, it’s right in the newspaper! Today, we found inspiration in old poem from the paper about regrets and investing. We’re happy to share this inspirational poem with you  – take those What If’s and turn them into some What Next’s!

Why They Never Buy
A Poem – Author Unknown

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 seemed I always hesitate,
Then make my mind up much too late,
Avery cautious man am I

And that is why I never buy.

When tracts rose high on
Sixth and Third,
The prices asked I felt absurd;
Whole block-fronts bleak and black with soot-
Were priced at thirty bucks a foot!
I wouldn’t even make a bid,
But others did — yes, others did!
When Tucson was cheap desert land,
I could have had a hip of sand;
When Phoenix was the place to buy,
I thought the climate much too dry!
“Invest in Dallas-That’s the spot!”
My sixth sense warned me I should not,
A very prudent man am I

And that is why I never buy.

A corner here, then acres there,
Compounding values year by year,
I chose to think and as I thought,
They bought the deals I should have bought.
The Golden chances I had then
Are lost and will not come again,
Today I can not be enticed
For everything’s so overpriced.
The deals of yesteryear are dead;
The market’s soft — so’s my head!

Last night I had a fearful dream,
I know I wakened with a scream;
Some Indians approached my bed —
For trinkets on the barrel head,
(In dollar bills worth twenty-four,
And nothing less and nothing more),
They’d sell Manhattan Isle to me,
The most I’d go was twenty-three.
The red man scowled: “Not on a bet!”
And sold to Peter Minuit.

At times a teardrop drowns my eye
For deals I had, but did not buy;
And now life’s saddest words I pen
“If only I’d invested then!”

Key Takeaway: Here’s a challenge for you: take the words in this excellent poem to heart and instead of saying “If only I’d invested then” – make it, “I’m so glad I invested then!”

 

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