The Dance of Dollars

In the quiet hum of the city’s breath,

Where dreams are bought with a price of debt,

Money spins in a delicate dance,

A fleeting partner in the game of chance.

Coins clink softly, bills slip by,

Chasing fortune beneath the sky.

It whispers promises in the wind,

Of futures bright, where wealth begins.

But money’s fickle, a restless guest,

Arrives in haste, but seldom rests.

It slips through fingers quick as rain,

And leaves behind both joy and pain.

Some seek it fiercely, with hearts on fire,

Others watch, consumed by desire.

But in the end, it cannot stay,

For wealth is fleeting, and fades away.

Invest with wisdom, save with care,

For riches rise where patience dares.

A dollar earned, a lesson learned,

In every cent, a life discerned.

Yet know this truth, both old and wise,

That value lies not just in prize.

Money’s a tool, but never the goal,

It’s the journey that enriches the soul.