
It’s alluring to think that money makes one happy.
The roots of this myth are found in dirt on the Web,
Wherein people spin the ruinous secrets of
How one becomes a happy, successful celeb.
But most of us don’t have the ghost of a chance
Of a life that glitters and of traveling first-class.
Instead, we play our cards sometimes with a flutter,
And we are very grateful to possess a half-full glass.
Written for the Wordle #689 from Sunday Whirl.The twelve prompts are alluring, roots, web, flutter, cards, ghost, dirt, ruinous, secrets, glitters, glass, spin.

I’m impressed, Regina. That’s a great, coherent poem coming from those twelve prompt words.
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Beautiful poem
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This is beautiful.
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