In the glitter of gold, we often find our aim,
Chasing shadows of wealth, in a never-ending game.
Coins clink and clatter, whispering their lure,
Promising a future, dazzling and pure.

Yet in the heart of riches, a silence resides,
Life’s true treasures, where the soul confides.
Beyond the grasp of silver, in moments so rare,
Lies the essence of joy, in love and care.

The path of money, a double-edged sword,
It builds and it breaks, it sings and it roars.
But in the quiet corners, where peace is unfurled,
We find true wealth, in the simple world.

So dance with the dollars, but don’t lose your sight,
Of life’s gentle whispers, in the softest light.
For in the end, when all is said and done,
It’s the heart’s true riches that outshine the sun.