In the realm of toil and sweat, there stood a man,
With calloused hands and a determined plan,
He worked tirelessly, giving his all,
But life's scales seemed imbalanced, ready to fall.

Day after day, he poured his heart and soul,
Into a job that took its toll,
He gave a hundred percent, his very best,
Yet received in return, a mere fraction, a jest.

His efforts went unnoticed, his talents unseen,
As he toiled away, chasing a dream,
But in the face of adversity, he stood tall,
For his spirit couldn't be broken, not at all.

Though the world seemed unfair, he never wavered,
His dedication and perseverance never slavered,
For he knew deep within, his worth was not defined,
By the percentage returned, but by the strength of his mind.

He found solace in knowing, he gave his all,
Even if the rewards seemed small,
For in the pursuit of passion and purpose, he found,
A fulfillment that couldn't be measured, pound for pound.

His legacy would not be defined by numbers or gain,
But by the impact he made, the lives he'd sustain,
For in the hearts he touched, his true value lay,
And that, no percentage could ever take away.

So let his story be a reminder to us all,
That sometimes, life's scales may seem to fall,
But it's the unwavering spirit, the resilience we show,
That defines our worth, and helps us grow.

For in the face of adversity, we find our might,
And even if the returns seem slight,
We'll keep giving our all, with unwavering zest,
Knowing that true fulfillment lies in doing our best.
© Nate