Osore

In a town named Watamu, a man did dwell,

His pockets filled with coins, his troubles he'd quell.

With a flick of his wrist, money would fly,

To banish his worries, he'd always rely.

But one fateful day, he met with a truth,

That riches alone can't solve every sleuth.

For life's tangled web, with its twists and its turns,

Demands more than wealth, as Osore learns.

His fortune, a shield, but not a cure-all,

For beneath the surface, lay problems so tall.

He threw his gold high, but they fell like rain,

Yet his worries and woes still remained.

With each coin he tossed, a lesson did gleam,

That life's not a river, but a winding stream.

You can't buy true happiness, nor peace of mind,

For life's richest treasures, are of a different kind.

So Osore learned, through trial and plight,

That wealth is just one shade in life's grand light.

To truly conquer his struggles, he must find within,

Strength, resilience, and the will to begin.

No longer blinded by his riches so bright,

Osore embraced life, with all of its might.

For though money may buy momentary ease,

True fulfillment comes from within, if you please.