
There once was a fellow named Rich,
Whose ways were a bit of a glitch.
He’d sneak and he’d snitch,
With a mischievous pitch,
In games, he was quite the switch!
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There once was a fellow named Rich,
Whose ways were a bit of a glitch.
He’d sneak and he’d snitch,
With a mischievous pitch,
In games, he was quite the switch!

http://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/07/15/writing-prompts-123/
Money isn’t what makes you rich;
Its shine fades fast, its promise thin.
There are treasures life quietly gives
That have nothing to do with coin.
A laugh that lifts you,
A friend who stays,
A morning that feels gentle—
These are the riches that last.
For wealth is woven in moments,
In love, in peace, in being seen.
And when your heart is full of these,
You’re richer than you’ve ever been.