In the hardscrabble life we toil and strive,
A rugged path we walk, barely alive.
With calloused hands and weary eyes,
We face the storms beneath the skies.

Scarred by struggles, we carry the weight,
Yet still we rise, undeterred by fate.
For in the hardscrabble life we find our grace,
And in our hardships, we see beauty's trace.
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