In the corridors of power and gold,
Life whispers tales often untold.
Money, a friend, or foe in disguise,
Its value seen through different eyes.

It builds empires, feeds the flame,
Yet leaves some hearts without a name.
In its shadow, dreams may soar,
Or crumble down, forever no more.

Life, a journey, rich and poor,
Each step taken, seeking more.
Wealth may come, and wealth may go,
But true worth lies in what we sow.

For in the end, as time takes flight,
Money fades into the night.
What remains, pure and bright,
Is a life lived with love and light.