The Illusion of wealth

Money, oh how you dazzle and gleam,

With the promise of a life supreme.

We chase after you with a desperate will,

For the power and prestige you can instill.

We work hard and we slave away,

For the riches you promise day by day.

We sacrifice time and love and rest,

All for the chance to be the best.

But in the end, what do we really gain,

From the endless pursuit of monetary gain?

Do we find true happiness and contentment,

Or do we live in constant fear and resentment?

For the truth is, money is just an illusion,

A fleeting dream, a mere confusion.

It can never truly satisfy,

The deepest longings that we try to deny.

So let us remember, in our quest for wealth,

That true happiness comes from within ourselves.

Let us not be fooled by money's spell,

But instead seek joy and peace where they dwell.

For in the end, when all is said and done,

It's not the money we've earned that makes us one.

It's the love we give and the kindness we show,

That truly make us rich, and help us grow.