In the quiet whispers of the night,
Currency flows like a river’s might.
Life breathes in the golden gleam,
Chasing dreams in a waking dream.

Coins jingle in the pocket’s fold,
Stories of fortune yet untold.
Life’s tapestry woven with care,
Threads of wealth and moments rare.

In the shadow of ambition’s flight,
Hearts seek warmth in the cold of night.
Balance sways on a fragile line,
Where money and life intertwine.

Yet in the end, as seasons fade,
We find the worth beyond the trade.
Life’s true riches, softly unfold,
In love and joy, not bought or sold.