In the vaults of his heart, he hoarded gold,

Counting coins as if it could make him bold.

Days shifted by in just paper chase,

The weight of riches carved lines on his face.

He traded laughter for coins in a bind,

Chasing shadows, forgetting to find (himself)

The soft, quiet whispers of peace within,

Lost in the noise where tranquility once been.

Golden rewards weighed heavy and cold,

As laughter faded to whispers untold.

He missed the soft touch of morning's embrace,

The warmth of a smile in a familiar place.

In midnight's stillness, a truth took its flight,

As he stared at the ceiling that anchored his plight.

"Wealth does not nourish; it merely disguises,

The worth of life lived in joy that arises."

His soul did not echoed with whispers of gain,

With each empty hour, his heart started to shift,

A gilded cage crafted from beauty and might,

A feeling profounded inside him in that night

With each second he realized his mind's drift

A thought like a candle ignited the gift:

“What is a treasure when sleep's out of reach?

What can buy calm if it can't teach?”

His pockets were heavy but soul felt so light,

He traded his hustle for moments of bright—

A walk in the sun, a warm hand held tight—

Now understanding money was never the right.

It’s not wealth that matters, but moments divine—

A smile from a stranger, a hand to entwine.

As silence enveloped him, soft as a sigh,

He learned in that stillness what money can't buy

So let the winds carry his worries afar,

For peace is the best fortune; no coin can outstar.

In balance he dwelled where the heart finds its worth—

A wealth that blooms ever more on this Earth.