#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
Knowing the best she wants,
She won't quit running the race.

When the weather changes
She never changes
Though the sun hits her back,
She will not look for a shed,
And when the rain drops come
She will not carry an umbrella,
Amidst the storm she hustles
What others fear, she faces.

When the day ends she shows up her fruits by
She reaps from her vineyard
She sells her talents for the gift.
And she rewards her mentor
She is a hustler
Only running the race of life.
© saakigift