Poem about Money Homer style by Amde assisted by AI

 Sing to me, Muse, of the coin that rules the world,

Of money's sway, in treasures richly unfurled. In ancient lands where commerce reigned supreme, Let us embark on this poetic dream.

From distant shores, where merchants set their sail, To cities bustling with trade and golden scale, Money, the lifeblood flowing through their veins, Inspiring quests for wealth, both loss and gains.

Oh, money, thou dost spark desire untamed, In men's hearts, a fire that cannot be tamed. Driven by greed, they seek thy elusive power, With eyes that hunger for thy golden shower.

Thy presence, like a double-edged sword, Can bring forth blessings or unleash discord. For in thy grip, men's hearts turn cold and cruel, As friendships break and kingdoms play the fool.

Thou art the coinage that knows no bounds, A potent force that echoes resounding sounds. In temples adorned with riches rare, Thy allure drives mortals to ceaseless care.

But let us not be blinded by thy gleam, For thou art but an illusion, it would seem. True wealth lies not in hoarded heaps of gold, But in the stories shared and love untold.

In the realm of men, where passions intertwine, May we seek a balance that is truly divine. For money, though powerful, is but a means, To shape a world where harmony convenes.

So let us tread with caution on this path, With minds and hearts attuned to love and wrath. And may our deeds be guided by a higher aim, To transcend the lure of money's fleeting claim.

Oh, money, thou art but a passing tide, In the grand tapestry of life, a fleeting stride. Let us remember, as we journey on, That true riches lie in bonds that can't be undone.

Sing, Muse, of money's fickle dance and role, And may our hearts find wealth within the soul. For in the end, when all is said and done, 'Tis not the gold we seek, but love that's won.