Coins

I seek the shimmer, the shining show,
A glimmering gift, a golden glow.
A trinket, token, temptress bright,
That lures me lost in longing’s light.

My fingers fumble, fevered, fast,
To chase the charm that cannot last.
Coins cascade, the cost ignored,
For fleeting flames my fate adores.

I crave the chance, the chasm’s call,
The reckless rush, the risk, the fall.
To spend, to squander, slip, and sigh,
A whispered wish, a wealthless high.