Curse of weird world of riches: A poem


 Curse of weird world of riches: A poem

When you have more than you need,
When wealth wraps around your soul,
You make money your false God,
Becoming blind to others’ toll.

Selfishness creeps in like night,
Callous to the cries of pain,
You crave power, a fleeting flight,
Holding tight to your golden chain.

Self-serving, you chase the thrill,
Extra coins become a curse,
A hollow heart, an empty will,
In this pursuit, you become worse.

The transient glitters, then it fades,
Leaving shadows where love once stood,
In the quest for more, you’ve lost your way,
A chance with wealth misunderstood

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