Behind the scenes, he works with care,
Building bridges, mending tears.
With calloused hands and a gentle heart,
He crafts a world where love can start.
His labor is hard, his days are long,
But still he toils, his spirit strong.
He asks for no praise, no thanks, no fame,
Just the knowledge that his work's not in vain.
The world may not see, the world may not know,
The sacrifices he makes, the weight he bears to show.
But still he works, through dawn's early light,
To build a better world, a brighter sight.
So let us honor, these unseen hands,
That shape and mold, this world of plans.
Let us give thanks, for all that they do,
And recognize the love, that shines right through.
-CORDELIA
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LET'S APPRECIATE MEN
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