The pages stacked, the work was slow,
Each wooden plate a heavy load.
But in his hands, a dream took flight—
To print the world with clearer light.
He carved each piece, one letter small,
A thousand tries, he faced them all.
One backward step for future gain,
Through ink and fire, he broke the chain.
They said, “Too hard,” but he believed,
That every word could be retrieved.
His vision rose from toil and grime,
To change the world, one letter at a time.
So when your path is slow and wide,
Remember how he turned the tide.
A single spark, a printed sign—
Great things are built one line at a time.