"Another day, another dollar"

Grey clouds, humid air and dark horizons, mother nature's calling card for an unforgiving morning, "another day, another dollar" speaks the voice of wisdom, "another day, another struggle" speaks the voice within. Voices, barking orders, too many to follow, only wanting to lead. Expectations high, will power running low, the struggle continues to build, as the dollar starts to dwindle. The day comes to an end, money no longer motivation, replaced by pride and moral, though the gain isn't in plain sight, patients rewards those who are willing.