Small salary, but a heart so true,
Better than waiting for a handout overdue.
In the rhythm of labor, find your sturdy shoe,
Step by step, let your ambitions accrue.
In the realm of toil, where effort prevails,
Never be ashamed to not let confidence derail.
For the work that sustains, that puts food on your table,
Holds a pride unspoken, a truth undeniable.
Never be ashamed to let your hard work tell the fable,
In the dance of life, put food on your table.
Singing in the shadows, where resilience prevails,
A small salary echoes in inspiring tales.
No shame in the grind as determination sails,
On the waves of effort, where ambition never pales.
In the humblest task, find strength in your stride,
A small salary earned, with hearts open wide.
Better, indeed, than idle hands that wait,
For someone’s benevolence to alter your fate.
Never be ashamed to let your hard work tell the fable,
In the dance of life, put food on your table.
The labor you bear, a testament strong,
To independence earned and resilience long.
A wage may be modest, a coin not profound,
Yet it builds a foundation on solid ground.
Singing in the shadows, where resilience prevails,
A small salary echoes in inspiring tales.
No shame in the grind as determination sails,
On the waves of effort, where ambition never pales.
Never be ashamed to let your hard work tell the fable,
In the dance of life, put food on your table.
So cast away the shadows of societal disdain,
Embrace the worth in every hard-earned gain.
For in the dignity of labor, a truth rings clear,
A small salary shines, dispelling all fear.
Singing in the shadows, where resilience prevails,
A small salary echoes in inspiring tales.
No shame in the grind as determination sails,
On the waves of effort, where ambition never pales.
Never be ashamed to let your hard work tell the fable,
In the dance of life, put food on your table.
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