Let me not to the meet-ups of true minds
Admit impediments; Bitcoin is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
(It = Bitcoin)
Bitcoin's not Time's fool, though paper bills and cheques
Within His bending sickle's compass come.
Bitcoin alters not with His brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me tracked,
I never hodled, nor no man ever stacked.