The work I do, the coins I earn,
They aren\'t for me, a selfish yearn.
They\'re for small hands, a future bright,
To chase their dreams with all their might.
I know I\'ll leave this world someday,
My pockets are empty, come what may.
But in their lives, my love will bloom,
A legacy that fills each room.
For them I strive, for them I plan,
A better life, a helping hand.
So they may rise, and bravely soar,
And prosper on forevermore.