In a world where dreams drift like dandelion seeds,
Where ambition's fire blazes, ignites one's deeds,
There's a simple truth, stark, in daylight's glow,
"If you ain't willin' to work for it, then don't let your complaints flow."

Through fields of effort, where sweat meets soil,
Where the hands get dirty, embroiled in toil,
Lies the harvest of hope, the fruits of strain,
For nothing worth having comes without a little pain.

So cast not your grievances into the wind,
For the winds of change, by work, are pinned.
Grasp the plow, set your sights, dive into the fray,
For the treasures of persistence are found in the sway.

The mountain of dreams, it's steep, it's tall,
But the view from the summit is worth the crawl.
So lace up your boots, set your heart to climb,
Let your actions speak, in rhythm and rhyme.

For the world has little for the idle, the still,
But opens its arms to those who will,
To carve their path, to stake their claim,
To write their story, to light their flame.

So if you stand at the crossroads, if you yearn for the sky,
Remember the mantra that never will die:
"If you ain't willin' to work for it, then let your dreams rest,
For it's in the forge of effort that our mettle's truly test."

March 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop