Hard Work

Real hard work

It comes with a price

You lose friends or you lose your mind

It's waking up at 5 am

Going out and starting your day 

long before the other side of the world

goes to bed for the night

It's actually going the extra mile

It's fighting every single day

to do better than the day before

It's nearly killing yourself

to make sure you're alive

Real hard work

comes from within

and Bless the man that does it


This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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