Money never sleeps, it's always awake
Counting its worth, a vigilant fire
In the realm of wealth, it knows no break

It thrives in silence, never to tire
Trading hands in the shadow of the night
Unyielding, relentless, its burning desire

Yet, amidst its power, there's a subtle blight
For in its wake, peace and slumber fade
Leaving behind a world consumed by plight

So, let us savor tranquil moments made
By embracing stories worth more than gold
For true riches lie where dreams are laid.

© C.Warner