In my pocket, only lint and a crumpled receipt,
Yet the sky is free, the wind a wealthy friend.
No coin can measure the laughter on the street,
Or buy the sun that rises without end.
What is gold but a fleeting glow,
A treasure that tarnishes, a flame that fades?
It fills the hand but leaves hearts hollow,
Its luster dims in life's quiet shades.
A king is poor when the heart is cold,
His crown a burden, his palace a cage.
For wealth that costs a soul to hold
Turns youth to stone, and joy to rage.
But see the beggar, with songs to sing,
No riches to count, no debts to pay.
His wealth lies in a sparrow’s wing,
In borrowed light of each new day.
Let not the shimmer of gold deceive,
For love is wealth, and time the spender.
To hold the world, we must believe
In treasures the heart alone can render.