To gather dirt and rocks and sand.
The work is hard and days are long
And many folks don't understand.
All this work is just a waste
Thats what they tell him, in their haste.
All this work will yield no fruit
And leave you broke and destitute.
He calmly takes his precious ore
And sifts out all he does not need.
He crushes all that’s left to dust
So precious metals may be freed.
Into a furnace it is placed
To rid the precious ore of waste.
This process is a grueling one
But is a part that must be done.
Once the furnace does its part
The precious metal is refined.
The beauty of the gold now shines
Because hard work he did not mind.
All must endure this painful task
But why, is something you may ask.
The great reward that waits for you.
Is worth all that you have to do!
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