Night Shift Worker

Night Shift Worker At sunset is the beginning of our day Darkness embraces our peevish spirit Flashing neon signs bring us in esprit We are mindful of making a living Danger awaits us anytime But this is where my feet are destined to go Where the crime took place, I need to be there on time My pen and camera come along to tell stories awhile ago Steady and careful hands are attentive to ailing one Life and death situation, I presumed life will always prevail My job demands accuracy, for mistakes will hound my wisdom Nursing to sustain a losing life will not fail Eager to go to the heart of the sea While the full-moon beams dwell into the deep My fishnet awaits patiently for a catch For early in the morning, I bring meals to a family I need to be tough in any situation Unwelcome visitors alert my action To guard premises and valuables stay untouched By greedy creatures harmful to the serenity of the place The graveyard shift is my time to log for work The workplace is loud where the phone ring is enchanting I need to stay calm and soft to answer complaints In the end, I say “thank you for calling, have a nice day” I am at work, while most of the humans are sleeping I sleep when all of them are awake Cursing words are normal, my ears are adjusted I am used to it, to make it through my shift every single day As soon as the sunrise, my day ends Daylight warms my weary eyes and body bends Down the hills and street, I rushed Only to keep the promise, to come home for my family I must Posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site last: 26 August 2009