From the distant shores of far-flung Australia,
A treasurer stands, invoking change’s law.
Bestowing England’s soul on golden RBA,
Like casting rune stones, shaping destiny’s draw.
The Nikkei faltereth, at the swing of strength,
Market beast stirred by Yen’s silent song.
Profit-taking sailors unfurl their weathered sails,
In the fleeting twilight, where fortunes belong.
A warrior falls, Mitsui's helm now silent,
Jun Ohta's voyage ends, at sixty-five winters’ call.
In the great hall of Finance, his absence echoes,
The CEO's saga remembered by all.
