A poem to the unsung heroes of the world.

Unseen hands shape our daily way,
Behind the scenes, they work and sway,
The unsung heroes, quiet and true,
Their labor of love, for me and you.

From factory floors to software code,
Their craftsmanship flows like a brook’s abode,
In hospitals, labs, and data mines deep,
They toil away, their work our world to keep.

The janitor’s brush sweeps clean and bright,
The programmer’s code runs through the night,
The farmer’s hands plant seeds with care,
The scientist’s eye observes with precision fair.

Let us not forget these quiet deeds,
These unsung heroes who make our lives proceed,
For in the shadows, they shape our fate,
And bring us closer to a brighter state.

Ode to the Unsung Heroes

In secret chambers, where no fame resides,
A legion of unknowns quietly abide,
Their hands that shape our daily bread,
Their hearts that beat with purpose unsped.

The factory worker, the nurse so fine,
The teacher guiding young minds divine,