Self-Sufficiency

In the toil of dawn's first light,

With hands that labor, hearts ignite,

A journey forged through sweat and strife,

To claim the fruits of life.

With every step, with every stride,

A dream unfolds, a hope untied,

For in the forge of effort's fire,

Lies the essence of true desire.

To earn, to build, to strive each day,

Is to carve one's path in a steadfast way,

For every penny, every dime,

Is a testament to one's own prime.

Through trials faced and battles won,

The sense of pride, it can't be undone,

For in the tale of self-made glory,

Resides a chapter, rich in story.

So let the world behold and see,

The triumph of self-sufficiency,

For in the echo of coins earned true,

Lies the anthem of "I did it, too."

No greater joy, no grander pride,

Than working hard, with none to chide,

And reaping rewards, rich and wide,

With hands that toil, and hearts that bide.