Beneath the surface of polished gold,
Lies a heart, insatiable, cold.
In shadows, greed’s grip takes hold,
A story of hunger, endlessly told.
Eyes that gleam with yearning fire,
Coveting more, reaching higher.
No wealth can quench this dire desire,
Fueled by greed’s relentless choir.
Mountains of riches, vast and grand,
Slip through the cracks of clutching hands.
The soul, entrapped in shifting sands,
Lost in greed’s uncharted lands.
In the end, what remains is naught,
A hollow echo, a lesson taught.
Greedâs pursuit leaves all distraught,
A fleeting dream, forever sought.