resist the urge to dress your worth in gold before empty eyes. the hunger to be seen rich by those who neither love nor know you is a quiet kind of poverty true wealth is silent it walks without needing applause it speaks only when it must and never to impress those who flash too loud often shatter when no one’s clapping let your riches be known by how your mother sleeps easy by how your words hold weight in rooms without chandeliers by how you carry peace like it was passed down show strangers your decency your depth your restraint and let your wealth remain a whisper only the wise will ever hear