On GoldTent nights, with charts aglow,
We shared ideas that the crowd didn’t know.
Before the rush, before the tune,
They saw the path— to the silver moon.
Eagle Eye, Equisetum, Wanka and more, sharp and true,
Called the turns before they grew.
Scruffy’s grit, JustBuyIt’s sight,
Stacked conviction, not just hype.
Met alot of good posters, along the way,
most have passed, before this day.
They spoke of ounces, weight, and time,
While paper kings still manipulated their lines.
Early voices, often lone,
Planting seeds in stubborn stone.
Some moved on, but never fade—
Their words still echo in each trade.
Ahead of trends, before the roar,
They lit the tent trail we’re walking more.
Not gone—just early. That’s the truth.
Legends age, but investment ideas are still rage.
