Keari

Keari, a man of curious whim,

With a twinkle in his eye so dim,

Proclaimed with fervor, a touch of glee,

"True wealth and health begin with thee!"

"But Keari," some would scratch their heads,

"Wealth lies in gold and comfy beds!

And health in greens and exercise,

Not some strange code, a mere disguise!"

Keari would chuckle, beard a-twitch,

"The zip, my friends, is more than which

Street you reside, the number's hold,

A secret key to stories untold."

"Your ZIP," he'd say, "a postal rhyme,

Holds hidden clues to mastering time.

Fresh air you breathe, the sun's warm rays,

The food you find in local ways."

"Doctors nearby, gyms within reach,

Parks to explore, a calming beach.

Your zip code whispers, soft and low,

The resources wealth and health can grow."

Some scoffed and some began to ponder,

Could zip codes hold such hidden wonder?

Perhaps Keari, with his cryptic air,

Was onto something, a truth to share.

So next time wealth and health seem far,

Think of Keari, beneath a lucky star.

Your zip code might, just maybe, hold,

The key to riches, more precious than gold.