The clattering of keys on my typewriter
A symphony of sound, a joyful fighter
Against the odds, I work with all my might
To make my dreams a reality tonight

The click-clack of letters as they dance
Across the page, a merry little prance
A rhythm that fills me with pure delight
As I work hard into the dead of night

For though it seems an oxymoron, true
Hard work can bring enjoyment, a happy brew
Of effort and reward, a sweetened potion
That gives me strength to face each new emotion

And in the end, it's not just success I seek
But the joy of work, the pleasure that we keep
In knowing we've done our best, with heart and soul
And made our mark, a legacy that's whole

So let the clatter of my keys be heard
A testament to hard work, a joyful word
Of onomatopoeia, a symphony of sound
That echoes through the ages, forever bound.

✍️IYANUOLUWA MIKE FOLORUNSHO