RISE AND GRIND HUSTLE HARD POEM

​RISE AND GRIND HUSTLE HARD POEM

​In the realm where dreams collide,

Where the fire of ambition resides,

Arises a tale of strength and might,

Of those who embrace the morning light.


Rise and grind, they whisper in yearn,

For in every dawn, a chance to learn,

To sculpt their destiny with hands of gold,

As life's grand tapestry begins to unfold.


With hearts afire, their souls ablaze,

They traverse the treacherous maze,

No obstacle too great, no hurdle insurmountable,

For their spirits, unyielding and unstoppable.


In the depths of darkness, they seek the dawn,

With sweat and tears, their courage drawn,

With every step, a battle fought,

For dreams are nurtured, not cheaply bought.


Their determination knows no bounds,

Through sleepless nights and whispered sounds,

They devote their all, their hearts they lend,

As they dance with fate, hand in hand.


Hustle, they do, with fiery desire,

Their passions fueled, they never tire,

For in the realm where dreams take flight,

Their purpose shines, a wondrous sight.


With fervor burning, they pave the way,

Creating legacies that forever stay,

Their triumphs etched in history's mind,

As they leave imprints of their grind.


So let us remember, with humble grace,

The ones who rise, their dreams embrace,

For in the hustle, we find our worth,

Transforming dreams from ashes to rebirth.


Rise and grind, let your spirit ignite,

In this symphony of will and might,

With unyielding hearts, together we stand,

A testament to the power of our hands.