The Longer I Go, The Less Money Matters

 The Longer I Go, The Less Money Matters
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----Dilip


I rose from humble, rugged roots,

With pockets bare but dreams in boots.

Through trials fierce, through loss and gain,

I climbed my way, endured the strain.

And now I stand where once I aimed,

Yet feel this peak, this prize, unnamed.

For the longer I go, the less the money matters—

The soul finds weight in things that shatter.

The finest feasts lose taste with time,

The swiftest cars seem slow to climb,

No mansion walls, no views so high,

Can soothe the heart or satisfy.

I’d trade it all—the grandest cost—

For one soft night, in burdens lost.

To lay my head with ease unfound,

Where peace and quiet thoughts surround.

A sleep so pure, without desire,

No guilt, no greed, no frantic fire,

Just calm—a mind at last set free—

The longer I go, the less gold means to me.

For one night’s rest, profoundly deep,

To drift through dreams, in gentle sleep.