Ode to Vocation

Far from the mountains high I stray,
To dwell upon this land of wondrous grace.
Of kin and kindred, I know but little,
Yet here I stand, in service steadfast.With earnest hands and faithful heart,
I labor long, seeking solace in toil.
But few there are who grant me honor,
Though deep within I yearn for praise.From dawn till dusk, through endless tasks,
I give my all, unwearied in spirit.
They call me tireless, a soul unbroken,
Yet none perceive the weight I bear.What wounds me most is silent neglect,
When laurels of my work are stolen above.
They lean on me for every burden,
For I alone hold the thread of their needs.But now a change has stirred within,
For gratitude was never their gift to give.
Ungrateful hearts have shaped my silence,
And from such scorn I rise, transformed