The Price of Gold

In the quest for riches, a tale unfolds,
Of chasing money, and losing time untold,
A siren's call, a tempting allure,
But heed the warning, for the price is pure.

A mirage of wealth, it dances afar,
But in its grasp, your soul may mar,
For time slips through your fingers like sand,
As you chase the gold with an open hand.

With every step, a part of you fades,
In the pursuit of riches, life cascades,
You lose the joy that once lit your eyes,
And trade your soul for a material prize.

In the race for more, the heart grows cold,
As you sacrifice dreams for glittering gold,
But the cost is high, the toll immense,
As you forfeit happiness for dollars and cents.

You count your coins, but what is the worth,
Of a life spent chasing treasures from birth,
For in the end, it's not gold that gleams,
But the moments cherished in life's streams.

The laughter of loved ones, the warmth of embrace,
The beauty of nature, a smile on a face,
These are the riches that truly matter,
Not the empty pursuit of worldly clatter.

So, pause and reflect on the path you're on,
Is it worth the time, the light that's gone,
Find balance and meaning, let your soul mend,
For true wealth lies in the love of a friend.

Seek purpose and passion, let your heart be your guide,
And let go of the chains that bind you inside,
For in the freedom of the soul's release,
You'll find treasures that money can't appease.

In the journey of life, let purpose be your goal,
And remember the price of chasing gold,
Time and soul are the true treasures you'll find,
In a life well-lived, rich and kind.