The Golden Trap

Money's maze, a winding road Lures us in with promises to hold A golden glow, a shimmering dream Yet, in its depths, our souls can scream It flows like water, swift and cold Through fingers grasping, never to hold A fleeting thrill, a moment's high Then, like sand, it slips away to dry A means to live, a means to thrive Yet, in its pursuit, we often strive To fill the void, the emptiness within But true wealth lies in love and kin So let us chase it, but not be fooled For true riches lie in hearts that rule The wealth of wisdom, the wealth of grace These are the treasures that leave a lasting trace.