I started young with heavy pails, Through the mud and dusty trails. I washed the clothes and helped the farm, With tired legs and aching arm. We were poor, but I didn't mind, The lessons there were one of a kind. I miss the trees and the fresh green crop, That’s the fuel that put me on top. But kids today just sit and stare, At phone screens in the indoor air. They don't know how to help or do, The chores that make your dreams come true. To reach your goal, don't be afraid, Of the hard work and the choices made. Stay on top and keep your pride, With the strength you have inside.