Within the shadows cast by daylight's glare,
A leader walks, burdened with no self care.
From dawn's first light to twilight's shade,
The weight of duty never fades.

Their steps, hurried yet filled with grace,
Navigating the relentless race.
Of time's cruel grip, the unyielding hold,
Leaves scarce moments for stories untold.

The morning sun, a fleeting glimpse,
As aspirations rise and risks commence.
Decisions made in fleeting hours,
In solitude, they tend to powers.

A quiet mind seeks wisdom's sight,
Beneath the stars that guide the night.
Seeking solace in the moon's embrace,
The leader finds a tranquil space.

Within the chaos, a purpose blooms,
from through their team's optistic moments, they break the gloom.
Their words like whispers in the wind,
Carrying strength that lies within.

Yet, the burden lingers, never wanes,
Days slipping by like passing trains.
Each hour lost, a precious cost,
The weight of leadership cannot be tossed.

So, let us honor these weary souls,
Whose toil shapes our collective goals.
Though time may seem an elusive friend,
Their dedication will not bend.
For in their sacrifice, we find,
A leader's heart, steadfast and kind.
Their legacy, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night
and without their team's support,
we will never have any form of success to report.
© Joleen