In the shadow of golden towers,
Coins clink with whispers of power,
Dreams woven in paper and ink,
A relentless river, they rise and sink.

Glimmers of silver in a bustling street,
Promises of paradise at our feet,
Yet in the chase for endless gain,
Hearts may find their tethered chain.

Beyond the vaults and numbered keys,
Lies a world of simpler pleas,
Where laughter and love hold sway,
In moments that money can’t repay.

So dance in the gleam of golden streams,
But cherish the light of shared dreams,
For in the end, when the counting’s through,
It’s the intangible wealth that will see us through.