Oh, thou illustrious currency of might,
Thy presence stirs both awe and great delight. Thou art the coinage that commands respect, And wields the power to sway with great effect.
Thy golden hue, like sunbeams on the shore, Doth lure the souls of many to adore. For in thy gleaming face, a promise lies, Of grandeur, fortune, and life's sweetest prize.
Yet, like a double-edged and fickle sword, Thou dost bring forth both blessings and discord. Thy clinking sounds doth echo through the land, A siren's call, both tender and command.
Thou art a wondrous, potent force to wield, A key that opens doors and fortunes sealed. Thy absence breeds a hunger and a strife, And binds men's hearts to toil throughout their life.
But let us not be blinded by thy charm, Nor let thee cause our moral compass harm. For in the quest for wealth, we oft forget, The simple joys in life, with no regret.
What matters more than riches bought and sold, Are bonds of love and friendships that unfold. Thy gilded treasures pale in truest worth, Compared to laughter shared and love's sweet mirth.
So, let us use thy power with due care, And not be slaves to thee, so rich and rare. For in the end, 'tis not thy face we crave, But happiness and love that truly save.
Oh, money, thou art but a fleeting guest, And life's true riches lie in hearts at rest. Let's use thy influence for noble gain, And find true wealth in love's eternal reign.
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