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Fortune is fickle, wealth a dream,
A fleeting light, a distant gleam.
But wisdom knows what riches last,
Not coins or jewels from ages past.
The wealth we keep is love and grace,
Not fleeting gains or hurried pace.
Seek what’s pure, what can’t be sold,
That’s wealth beyond mere coin and gold.
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Wealth
Wise words beautifully expressed. Well done!