In the silent clink of coins, dreams arise,
A dance of desires beneath the moon’s soft glow,
Promises whispered in the night, where shadows lie,
In the allure of gold, where ambitions grow.

The weight of wealth, a burden and a boon,
A river flowing, carving paths unknown,
In its glittering depths, a fleeting tune,
The endless chase for what is never shown.

Beneath its gleam, the hearts of men entwine,
In the pursuit of more, the soul does yearn,
Yet in the silence, echoes intertwine,
A lesson learned, a page we must discern.

For in the quiet, where true value lies,
Beyond the shimmer of the silver and gold,
The essence of life, beyond price or disguise,
Found not in coins, but in stories told.