In the quiet hum of a golden coin’s dance,
Lies a promise whispered soft and sweet,
A dream woven in the fabric of chance,
Where desires and reality subtly meet.
Silver notes play a tune of fleeting gain,
Hearts swayed by the rhythm of gold’s allure,
Yet shadows fall where greed leaves its stain,
And pure hearts can no longer endure.
Through gilded halls where riches reside,
Echoes of laughter, yet sorrow’s disguise,
For in the quest for wealth, many confide,
They lose themselves in material lies.
The silent symphony of money’s embrace,
A dance of power, both cruel and kind,
In its grip, we find our place,
Yet true wealth lies in a peaceful mind.