In this realm where transactions enthrall,
A proverbial tale I weave for all.
Where goods and fortunes are bought and sold,
Two treasures remain, elusive and bold.

Everything is for sale, or so they say,
But two priceless gems shall never stray.
The first is your soul, ethereal and pure,
A beacon of essence, forever secure.

No currency or wealth can claim its might,
For your soul is a flame that burns bright.
It yearns for meaning, it craves its own fate,
Beyond the clutches of worldly debate.

In the depths of your being, it finds its voice,
A compass that guides, a conscious choice.
It resonates with truth, integrity's song,
A sanctuary where your spirit belongs.

The second gem, universal and real,
Is pain, a language that we all can feel.
It knows no boundaries, it speaks no tongue,
From joys to sorrows, its chords are strung.

Through laughter and tears, it binds us tight,
Uniting us all in the darkest of nights.
It teaches compassion, empathy's embrace,
A reminder of our shared human grace.

Though all else may falter, crumble, or sway,
These treasures endure, come what may.
So remember, dear seeker, as you tread,
Keep your soul and pain close, never to be misled.

For in their embrace, a wisdom lies,
That connects us all beneath the skies.
In a world where everything is for sale,
Hold fast to these gems, their power prevail.