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
