Poem for hard work

Life will beat you up, life will knock you down, but no matter what happens, always remember to just stay strong. I may get hurt, but one thing you will never see on my face is a frown. And hail to the men who are like the thumb; men who are laboring, modestly dumb, faithfuly doing the work that is hard. Hail to the thumb,the useful thumb, the grasper, the holder, the doer of deeds, where fingers are futile and tools succumb, stolid, ungainly, the thumb succeeds. Hail to the thumb the homely thumb; Rings and jewels are not for it, compliments dainty and frolicsome for fingers are suited, for thumbs unfit.
By the sweat of your brow you eat, you toil night and day with your hands and feet, you put your minds to everything, you work on it with all your might to satisfy the thing called need. We all need something, we all want something, sometimes our want becomes our need, we all have something we want to achieve, we work hard even under the hottest day we seek that shinning star though lost in a vast sea wave. Hard work begins with a stumble, greatness begins by humble.