What Money Cannot Hold Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Love came empty handed, asking only to belong.
Trust laid its heart beside love and slept unarmed.
Money arrived with numbers, measuring the cost of tomorrow.
Three guests shared one house, each revealing its worth.

Love without trust is a candle fighting shadows.
Trust without love is a key to an abandoned house.
Money without either is a feast served to strangers.
Walls may rise from wealth while homes crumble within.

Money can purchase medicine, but cannot command recovery.
It can fill a table, but cannot make a family.
It can buy a thousand pillows, but not a guilty heart's sleep.
Nor can it purchase yesterday when love becomes a memory.

Let love be the reason; let trust bear the weight.
Let money serve the living, never price the souls they love.
Poverty tests the heart; prosperity reveals its hunger.
Some hands hold you in hardship, then release you when you rise.

When fortune leaves the door, let truth remain inside.
When all the gold is counted, let no loved one be missing.
For wealth is what we gather; worth is what we preserve.
What money cannot hold, the heart must learn to treasure.