Before you let your voice take flight,
First listen close, with keenest sight.
Hear whispers soft and thundering calls,
Let empathy bridge the tallest walls.
Before your hand reaches for the purse,
Ask if your sweat has filled its worth.
Earned not just coin, but knowledge true,
A purpose built, a bond anew.
Before you turn and walk away,
One final try, a brighter day.
Push through the doubt, the fear's cold grip,
For in the struggle, hope can drip.
Before your pen sets ink to page,
Let thoughts ignite, a thoughtful stage.
Craft words with care, a mindful art,
To touch the soul, to mend the heart.
Before the clock's relentless chime,
Live each sunrise, each starry rhyme.
Fill days with laughter, chase the sun,
Embrace the journey, be undone.
Before you seek a restful bed,
Sow seeds of good, where dreams are fed.
Let kindness bloom, let purpose thrive,
A legacy built, a life alive.
Before the pen, let thoughts ignite,
A mindful flame, a burning light.
Craft words with care, a whispered song,
To touch the soul, where right belongs.
Embrace the sun, before it sets,
Chase laughter's dance, where joy forgets.
Live each sunrise, a vibrant hue,
Let stars ignite, dreams born anew.
Rest awaits, but work precedes,
Sow seeds of good, where kindness bleeds.
Legacy built, in every deed,
A life that blooms, a soul that's freed.
These whispers weave, not power's crown,
But gentle truths, where light is found.
Six threads of wisdom, soft and bright,
To guide your path, with morning's light.
So listen close, with open hand,
Earn with sweat, and understand.
Try with strength, and think with grace,
Live each breath, in every space.
Work with fire, let purpose burn,
In every step, a lesson learn.
For in this tapestry, we see,
The echoes of eternity.
These are the whispers, not of might,
But gentle truths that guide the light.
Six threads of wisdom, soft and strong,
To weave a life where right belongs.
So listen well, and earn with grace,
Try with grit, and think with space.
Live each breath, and work with fire,
Let every step ignite desire.
For in this tapestry, we find,
The echoes of a noble mind.
Six ethics, woven hand in hand,
A symphony for every land.
Now go, dear friend, and let it be,
A song of life, eternally.
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