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𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 💰💸

In pursuit of dreams, where desires reside,
Foolishly we ponder, wealth as our guide.
For money's allure, it blinds our sight,
As we yearn for happiness, day and night.

A glimmering mirage, it seems so real,
Yet it leaves emptiness, an aching ordeal.
For in piles of gold, and riches untold,
True joy and contentment cannot be sold.

Money may grant comfort, ease our strife,
But genuine happiness, it brings not to life.
For joy's true essence, lies within the soul,
Unaffected by treasures, it seeks a deeper goal.

Happiness dwells in the simplest of things,
A gentle smile, love that togetherness brings.
It dances with laughter, and memories shared,
In moments of kindness, it truly is declared.

Money cannot embrace, a loved one's embrace,
Or mend broken hearts, with tender embrace.
For happiness thrives on relationships and trust,
Not in the zeroes engraved on a check's dusty crust.

Nature's embrace, holds secrets untold,
A serenade of joy, painted in colors bold.
The rustle of leaves, an ocean's crashing wave,
Such glimpses of happiness, no mere fortune can save.

For true fulfillment, lies not in monetary reign,
But in serving others, easing their pain.
The philanthropist finds, their truest delight,
Endowing others with hope, their beacon of light.

So let us cease chasing, wealth's fleeting dream,
And find happiness within, as our heart's supreme.
For true joy is not a commodity to buy,
But a treasure discovered, within you and I.