My clothes are stained, it matters not The weather's cold, but not for naught We built a house, we built a life For someone knowing only strife We came together, group diverse We gathered here, better or worse We learned a trade, a useful one We went away and had some fun Our contributions paled from those Who came each day, amateurs and pros But those who gave sweat equity Are those we really need to see It's not a handout, not a check It's earned by them, pain, back and neck Five hundred hours, they choose to give To earn their own, in which to live Our half-day only goes to show That from a team comes a chateau And love of fellow man does grow A gift on us has been bestowed
Roger D. Linder: FAWM 2024
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