On the early sunrise still not rested that well
The cold morning dew the parched flesh feels

Early showers to wash away the night’s smears
In wears not keen yet the day’s journey matters

Be it the scorching sun or that thunderous storm
The freezing nippiness or that pleasant warmth

In hot cars and old crowded buses they cramped
To each destination for the day’s labors

Seeking the paramount to make life much better
Each day the same routine as usual for everyone

Never once can they say quitting ever an option
Not in the slightest must the tables ever be empty

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