In the morning light, the clock chimes clear,We rise to meet the endless tasks we bear,Through crowded streets and bustling halls,We seek the dreams that never stall.The desk becomes our quiet stage,Where ideas dance and passions rage,Amidst the noise, the calls, the grind,We strive to leave our doubts behind.With weary eyes but hopeful hearts,We navigate the charts and parts,In every challenge, we find a way,To turn the night into a brighter day.And when the sun begins to set,We pause, reflect, and don’t forget,The work we do, the lives we touch,Is worth the effort, worth so much.