The Price of Happiness

They say that money can’t buy joy,

That wealth is but an empty toy,

But those who speak with easy breath,

Have never danced with hunger's death.

For in the cold, where hunger stays,

A coin can spark a warmer blaze.

It cannot heal a heart that's torn,

But buys the coat that keeps you warm.

It buys the light when darkness creeps,

A roof where weary bodies sleep.

It doesn't mend the soul's deep ache,

But buys the bread your hands can take.

They speak of love and wealth in kind,

Of riches far beyond the mind.

Yet, empty pockets, tired and sore,

Have dreams of filling just one more.

So, maybe gold won’t make you whole,

But it sure can soothe a restless soul.

For those who’ve never known the fight,

Will say that happiness is light.

But in the shadows, in the rain,

A coin can ease a world of pain.