In the glittering chase for gold and coin,
We often lose what makes us whole,
For wealth can bind, and riches spoil,
The purest dreams within our soul.
A mansion tall, a car so sleek,
Yet emptiness in hearts so weak,
For lifeâs true wealth, it lies unseen,
In love and joy, in moments keen.
The poorest man with laughter bright,
Holds more than vaults of golden light,
For in his heart, the treasures lay,
Of simple joys in everyday.
So seek not just the worldly gain,
But cherish moments free of pain,
For in the end, what matters most,
Are memories, not wealth’s proud boast.