The Rhythm of Daily Toil

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In the dawn’s early light, we rise with hope,
To chase the dreams that keep us afloat.
The grind begins, the clock ticks away,
Another day in the life, come what may.

With every task and every chore,
We strive for more, to open doors.
The sweat and tears, they carve our path,
Through moments of joy and times of wrath.

The office hums with a familiar tune,
As we press on from morn till noon.
The deadlines loom, the pressure grows,
Yet in our hearts, the passion flows.

As evening falls, we find our peace,
Reflecting on the day’s release.
For in our work, we find our worth,
A testament to our place on Earth.

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