Silver Thread

A silver thread, so light, so thin,
Woven through hearts where trust begins.
A coin, a promise, a bond declared,
Yet fragile as breath, it must be cared.

Two friends, once bound by laughter's glow,
Shared dreams where only truth could grow.
But whispers came with a golden gleam,
And cracked the mirror of their team.

For one had sought the gleaming prize,
A fleeting spark, a serpent's guise.
The silver thread began to fray,
As greed devoured the trust away.

Then love appeared, its voice so sweet,
Two hearts entwined in passion's heat.
But secrets hid in wealth's embrace,
And loyalty wore a masked face.

A deal was struck, unseen, unheard,
A promise sold for a spoken word.
The silver thread unraveled fast,
The bond of love could never last.

Yet money is a fickle king,
A fleeting joy, a hollow thing.
It binds some tight with ties of steel,
But shatters hearts it cannot heal.

For trust is not in coins that gleam,
Nor loyalty in a golden dream.
True wealth resides in what won’t fade:
A vow unbroken, a hand that stayed.

So guard the silver thread with care,
Let love and trust grow pure and rare.
For riches earned through hearts betrayed
Will crumble into dust, decayed.