In 2016, her luck took flight, 
Ninety-eight million gleaming bright. 
A young lady with dreams so tall, 
Little did she know she'd soon lose it all.

She danced in wealth, she bought, she spent, 
Invested in ventures wherever she went. 
A year of glory, her future seemed grand, 
The world was hers, riches in hand.

But money’s a beast with a playful grin, 
What looks like winning can lead to sin. 
She bought businesses, one after another, 
Until each venture began to smother.

One day her dreams took a sharp turn, 
The businesses crashed, her fortune burned. 
Stocks fell fast, investments sank, 
Suddenly her millions dwindled to blank.

The jokes began, her fortune now gone, 
"I used to be rich! Now where's my dawn?" 
She laughed at the loss, to hide her despair, 
A comedic mask for a life unfair.

From penthouses high to a humble street, 
She learned how quickly wealth can retreat. 
Now she's back where she once began, 
Riches may come, but they sure don’t plan.

So, she reflects as the world rolls by, 
Money may shine, but don’t ask why. 
For fortune's fickle, it comes and it goes, 
In everyday life, who really knows?