Life isnot easy but you have to keep grinding

Little Leo sat at his desk, small shoulders slumped low. The work was long, the lessons slow. Sighs and a silent, 'Oh, no!' But Leo knew, he must keep going. The world whispers, but he will grow. He takes a deep breath and starts working

The papers piled, a mountain tall, but Leo would not stumble or fall. Each word, a step; each line, a call. He would learn and would stand up tall. He started to feel more happy, and smiled. He will keep grinding on the long road.