Roses are red, violets are blue,
Money can buy many things, but not what’s true.
It can fill up your pockets and line up your shelves,
Yet can't buy true love or make hearts truly swell.
Gold may shine bright and silver may gleam,
But happiness is found in places unseen.
With riches and luxuries, you might feel secure,
But joy and contentment are always much more.
So while coins and paper can purchase delight,
The richest of treasures are not in sight.
For the heart finds its wealth in laughter and grace,
In moments of kindness, and a warm, friendly face
