In the gleam of silver and gold, hearts often stray,
Chasing shadows in the dusk of day,
Green paper binds us, in a web so tight,
Yet souls are longing, for a softer light.

High towers built on currency’s song,
Whisper tales of where we belong,
But in the silence, when riches fade,
True wealth is found, in connections made.

The hands of time, they count and fold,
Shuffling moments, both new and old,
Through every purchase, a lesson learned,
That life’s true treasures cannot be earned.

So let us dance, with coins in hand,
Yet never forget, where we stand,
For in the end, when all is spent,
It’s love and life, that make us content.