“LOVE AND MONEY”

In silvered vaults where coins reside,  
The clink, the shine, the dreams implied—  
Yet somewhere, softer, pulses beat  
In kitchens small and city street.  

Money buys the velvet night,  
A glass of wine, a chandelier light.  
But love is laughter, crumbs on lips,  
A gentle word, a touch that slips  

Through careless hours, through leaner days,  
Past diamond rings and grand displays.  
For bills may flutter, hope may dim,  
But love will hum a sturdy hymn.  

Gold can build a garden wall,  
But roses bloom or wilt and fall  
By midday sun, by kindness sown—  
You take a hand, not marble throne.  

Love counts riches, not in sums:  
The morning tea, the evening hum,  
The shared umbrella in the rain,  
The mended heart, the gentle gain.  

So let the ledgers tally high,  
But keep the lamp of love nearby.  
Precious as a whispered “yes,”  
Far richer than the world’s excess.

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