Inner Wealth

In the world so wide and vast,

A question lingers, shadows cast,

Where does true richness reside?

In gold, in gems, or in pride?

Is it in the towering castle, strong and grand,

Or perhaps in the power to command?

Maybe it's in the silk and spice,

Or the thrill of rolling dice?

Is it in the laughter of the crowd,

Or in applause, deafening and loud?

Perhaps it's in the written word,

Or in the praises often heard?

No, these riches, they may fade,

Like the setting sun's last shade.

True wealth, it seems, is hard to find,

A secret of a different kind.

A treasure hidden, not in plain sight,

Not in the day, nor in the night.

A riddle, a puzzle, an enigma to decode,

In the heart of the good, it has its abode.

So seek, dear poets, friends, with all your might,

In the depth of the soul, beyond the light.

For true richness, so pure and bright,

Lies within, out of sight.