The Dance of Fools

The rich parade with hollow might, Their gilded thrones, a gaudy sight. They count their coins, yet miss the truth, Wisdom lost to shallow youth. The poor, in envy, curse the game, Chasing dreams that end the same. A life of debt for fleeting show, Trapped in cycles they only grow. The wealthy build their towers high, Yet fear the winds that cloud the sky. Blind to cries that rise below, While drinking pride as if it’s gold. And so the world spins on its thread, A play of folly, all misled. Both blind to wisdom’s humble plea— For truth is found in simplicity.