Don’t Count Your Money

Don’t Count Your Money

Don’t count your money and call yourself rich

Coins make a sound, silence says more

I have seen empty eyes behind heavy doors

And hands that trembled while holding enough

You built your world from numbers and praise

Measured your worth in what others could see

Yet no gold follows a soul into darkness

No ledger records who you chose to be

The poor man laughed with worn out shoes

The wealthy man stared through polished glass

One slept deeply without fear at night

One watched every hour drag and pass

Do not mistake ownership for peace

Or comfort for something that lasts

Fortunes shift like weather and seasons

Nothing promised stays where it was cast

I watched people trade warmth for status

Trade time for a life left untouched

Their homes stood tall and full of objects

Yet none of it answered them much

Count kindness if you count anything

Count mornings you opened your heart

Count moments you stayed through the breaking

Not what was gathered apart

One day your hands will empty quietly

No pockets stitched into final rest

Only memories remain behind you

And love remembered does the rest

So don’t count your money endlessly

Do not bow to what fades away

Measure your life in who stayed beside you

Not what your account could display

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