More than a Coin
Below the sky we give, we take,
For dreams we chase, for bread we make.
A coin we earn is not just pay,
It holds our time, our living day.
More than toil, more than gold,
It’s hours spent, both young and old.
For every meal upon the plate,
There’s work and hope that shape our fate.
We trade again, the cycle goes,
Like rivers run and seasons flow.
Each step we take, each choice we weigh,
Leads to another working day.
With hopeful hearts yet cautious minds,
We guard our trust from cunning kinds.
For not all deals are fair or true,
Some hide behind a tempting view.
Yet still we stand, we work, we care,
For family love we gladly share.
Beneath the sun, through joy and strife,
We build the meaning of a life.
And in it all, both loss and gain,
Beyond the profit, beyond the pain,
We keep what matters, pure and kind
Love, dignity, in heart and mind.