The Allure of Money.. (Poem)
This poem delves into the allure of money, exploring its promises and pitfalls. It cautions against the pursuit of wealth as the ultimate source of happiness, emphasizing instead the importance of inner riches and genuine connections.
Oh, money, you temptress,
with your shiny façade,
You lure us with promises,both good and bad.
You whisper of dreams, of lives we can create,
Of power and freedom, a life without hate.
But your whispers are lies, your promises deceit,
You’re a master of illusion, a conjurer of heat.
You make us believe that you’re the key to our bliss,
But the truth is, dear money, you’re just a mere wisp.
You can buy us fine things, and fill up our plates,
But you cannot buy happiness, nor mend broken fates.
You can build us grand mansions, with rooms full of gold,
But you cannot buy love, nor stories untold.
So beware of your allure, oh money so dear,
For your power is fleeting, your presence unclear.
True happiness lies not in your grasp, but within,
In the depths of our hearts, where love’s embers begin.
Seek not your treasures, nor chase your mirage,
But focus on kindness, on love’s gentle barrage.
For in these true riches, real joy you shall find,
A wealth far surpassing all that’s confined.
Let money be your servant, not your guiding star,
Use it wisely, with care, from afar.
For true wealth lies not in possessions or gold,
But in the connections, the stories we’ve told.