The Rich Also Cry
Beneath the gilded roofs and marble halls,
Where opulence echoes in grandiose calls,
Lies a truth unspoken, hidden from the eye,
That even in splendor, the rich also cry.
Diamonds may sparkle and gold may gleam,
But wealth can't secure a peaceful dream.
In the silent chambers where shadows lie,
Loneliness lingers, and the rich also cry.
Behind the velvet curtains and silken drapes,
Are hearts that yearn for simpler escapes.
The weight of fortune, heavy and sly,
Bears down on the spirit, and the rich also cry.
For love isn't bought, nor happiness sold,
No riches can mend a heart grown cold.
In the halls of plenty, where fortunes fly,
Emptiness whispers, and the rich also cry.
They hide behind masks of joy and cheer,
Yet in the quiet moments, succumb to fear.
For no amount of wealth can pacify
The silent sorrows that make the rich also cry.
Beneath the layers of silk and grace,
Are worries and woes they too must face.
In the grand façade where pleasures vie,
Pain finds its corner, and the rich also cry.
The world sees luxury, the finest attire,
But doesn’t glimpse the internal mire.
In their quest for meaning, as days go by,
They find themselves wanting, and the rich also cry.
So next time you gaze at a life of bliss,
Remember the struggles that go amiss.
For under the fortune, beyond the sky,
Lies a soul that knows, the rich also cry.
©Mario
Where opulence echoes in grandiose calls,
Lies a truth unspoken, hidden from the eye,
That even in splendor, the rich also cry.
Diamonds may sparkle and gold may gleam,
But wealth can't secure a peaceful dream.
In the silent chambers where shadows lie,
Loneliness lingers, and the rich also cry.
Behind the velvet curtains and silken drapes,
Are hearts that yearn for simpler escapes.
The weight of fortune, heavy and sly,
Bears down on the spirit, and the rich also cry.
For love isn't bought, nor happiness sold,
No riches can mend a heart grown cold.
In the halls of plenty, where fortunes fly,
Emptiness whispers, and the rich also cry.
They hide behind masks of joy and cheer,
Yet in the quiet moments, succumb to fear.
For no amount of wealth can pacify
The silent sorrows that make the rich also cry.
Beneath the layers of silk and grace,
Are worries and woes they too must face.
In the grand façade where pleasures vie,
Pain finds its corner, and the rich also cry.
The world sees luxury, the finest attire,
But doesn’t glimpse the internal mire.
In their quest for meaning, as days go by,
They find themselves wanting, and the rich also cry.
So next time you gaze at a life of bliss,
Remember the struggles that go amiss.
For under the fortune, beyond the sky,
Lies a soul that knows, the rich also cry.
©Mario
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