Sweat And Grit

Not gold, not silver, nor paper bills,  

But work—unyielding, shaped by will.  

No throne, no title, no grand acclaim,  

Just sweat and grit that carve a name.  

The lazy dream, the talkers boast,  

Yet empty hands will hold the most.  

For wealth that lingers, wealth that stays,  

Is earned through effort, not just praise.  

The farmer bends, the builder lifts,  

The writer pens, the artist sifts.  

Each hand that labors, each mind that strives,  

Builds the bridges where honor thrives.  

No bribe can buy what toil can make,  

No shortcut seals what time must stake.  

For in the end, when names are set,  

Work ethic earns what none forget.