In the gleam of gold, dreams are forged,
But shadows lurk where riches lay,
For every coin that’s tightly held,
A soul may drift, a heart astray.

Money speaks in silken tones,
Yet whispers fears of loss and gain,
It builds the walls of mighty homes,
But leaves the lonely in their pain.

In markets where the fortunes sway,
The poor man’s toil, the rich man’s play,
Can wealth be more than just a prize,
When kindness blooms, and greed defies?

Let coins not bind the spirit’s flight,
Nor blind the eyes to others’ plight,
For true wealth lies in hearts that give,
And in the love that lets us live.