When golden flowers fall
And silver stems decay,
Their leaves of jade go floating
Where all things pass away,
For riches may enthrall,
May glitter for a time,
But never will their treasured note
Outlast the final chime.
This poem makes the point that, even though material riches may seem a bit more long-lasting than a flower's quick decaying, they still diminish over time. They are ephemeral, just like anything else in this life, and when our lives do come to a close, those riches will be lost to us completely. Personally, this idea makes me think that the world should focus a bit less on money and markets and prices, and a bit more on other things.
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