In the glitter of gold and the rustle of cash,
Lies a promise of dreams, both bright and brash.
It whispers of freedom, of power and fame,
Yet binds us to a never-ending game.

Through alleys and mansions, it silently roams,
Building and breaking, creating homes.
A servant so loyal, yet a master so stern,
In its embrace, many lessons to learn.

It fuels our desires, ignites our greed,
Often blinding us to what we truly need.
With each coin that clinks and bill that folds,
It weaves a story that seldom unfolds.

Yet in its shadow, true wealth does lie,
Beyond the treasures that money can buy.
For love, peace, and joy are riches untold,
Far more precious than silver or gold.