Midas

This world of material things,
And all the happiness it brings.
Pocketful of cold money clutch,
 Midas vain, gilded touch.

Worry-lined takes a toll,
Freckle specked on a soul.
Penny-pinched goldilocks,
Isolation, in society flocks.

Mistrust deep, goodwill at stake,
Pleonexia opts for gold keepsake
Purse-strings constrictor embrace,
Buy bliss for a foolhardy chase

What's to show for all hoarding?
Is that loneliness rewarding?
Who grieves at bedside when ya go?
Coins remain cold, ya know.

Coffin knell kindred for all,
Grim nails it as he ushers a fall
An unhappy thought but it’s so true,
In the end, those riches only bury you.