Dried dirt rests on my hands.
It is interesting to see
You and I,
Sitting across from this table
Looking eye to eye.
I wander if you knew
That the field I chose has changed
What was abundant in its former days,
Bears no fruit today
and now
I am left looking across a barren field
Time has come,
For a change in direction
A change in luck
A change from nothing to everything.
And I give everything
Knowing I may gain nothing.
The forecast is unforgiving,
But I will carry on working
with my dirt dried hands.
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