In Wall Street's maze suits and ties sway
Gold fever grips their souls wild ballet
Ticker tape stutters whispers secrets
Numbers dance like tipsy fireflies
Gold oh gold you've lost your mind!
Fortunes crumble fear entwined In this gilded waltz
We've lost our chance
Widow's attic clutching coins whispers
"Gold my love tyrant of dreams Pension dust
Scant hope remains"
Artist's palette drips molten hues
Canvas screams "Eureka!" in gold leaf
Yet hunger gnaws rent unpaid
Beggar's cardboard plea absurd irony
Coins tossed gold rains elsewhere
Poet's ink-stained fingers trace despair
Riches vanish into thin air
Gold oh gold you've lost your mind!
Fortunes crumble fear entwined
In this gilded waltz we've lost our chance
World spins intoxicated by dust
Perhaps true wealth lies not in gold But in trust
In hearts unburdened