In the rustle of coins, dreams softly tread,
Where the value of life and wealth often wed.
A dance of desires in shadows they weave,
Promises of freedom that sometimes deceive.
Green notes flutter in the winds of time,
Building bridges and walls in their prime.
With gilded edges, they carve a path,
Yet hearts may falter at their aftermath.
Life’s rich tapestry, woven with care,
Threads of gold, and moments rare.
Choices linger in the balance we hold,
Finding warmth in stories untold.
So let the echoes of coins be sweet,
Not the masters, but partners they meet.
For in lifeâs embrace, true wealth is found,
In love and joy, where souls are unbound.