Golden Hustle

Beneath the sun, I stand so proud,
With golden treasures, well endowed.
Sweet potatoes, rich and bright,
Fill my days with pure delight.

From field to cart, my hands embrace,
Each root a gift, each sale—grace.
The scent of earth, the warmth of trade,
A life of passion, well displayed.

Smiles I share, coins I take,
Dreams I build with every stake.
Not just business—this is love,
A blessing sent from high above.

Through every season, rain or shine,
This sweet potato life is mine!