HARD WORKING HANDS WINS IN THE END
In this world filled with challenges
where dreams take flight
These hands weathered by sweat
and strain to their plight.
Maybe the palms showing their future bright?
Understand but to act at a time right
The last leaf falling to the Autumn without a fight?
They push forward with unwavering strength
Their weight like shifting to the edge of a bench
And then obstacles may come and go,
The fruits of their harvest a secret vow.
A stepping stone on the path to transcend
A hand in hand but a symbol of defense
Their resolve burning with unyielding fire
With every setback they rise higher.
Rise above gaining success in nature’s retreat
Through the rough patches that greet.
They stand tall as a testament of power
One hand making batter and the other arm pouring water.
But it is not victory that defines their worth
Hard Working hands leave behind a treasure untold.
And refuse to surrender in the walks of life,
A good hand having five fingers that strive.
It is not about the rewards they obtain
But the journey of the hardworking hands that will retain.
They inspire us to work without fear
Fight a battle without hesitation and persevere.
For in each endeavor is a chance closer to victory
Breaking Barriers,Building Bridges and Battling Boulders strictly.
Let us celebrate the hardworking hands that we see
That dare not rise against mutiny.
Ten to the thousand turning destiny?
They evoke a feeling of discipline and grace
Leaving an imprint that time cannot erase
For in the realm of hardwork this is not the end
Just imagine if there were no hands to attend?
Do the shooting stars matter?
The boon lies in the lessons learned.
And the day will come when the battle is won
Can hands be taken for granted is my question?
Perfect motivation poem…..the rhyming words are amazing.