NIGHTSHIFT
This
time of the morning shouldn’t exist,
Normal
people sleeping, where we can’t resist.
The
call of the surgeon, another patient in strife,
These
automatons tireless with forceps and knife.
***
We
should be abed, not burning late oil,
We
should be a slumber, not struggling in toil.
When
night turns to morn, the birds are in song,
We’ve
hair out of place and breath horribly strong.
***
Thoughts
start to wander, red eyes in stinging rim,
Joints
needing rest, numbed brain feeling grim.
The
radio, its monotonous tunes in droning loop,
Tiredness
an anvil, pressing shoulders that droop.
***
Everynight
workers play this unnatural game,
From
baking bread, making cars, to fixing people’s all the same.
The
body labours to cope, with its effects on the brain,
Nightshifts
in the main are a pain and a strain.
Phil
Hall May 2012
Having worked night-shift so agree they are a pain and strain yet when my son required emergency surgery I was so grateful to all those staff who work night-shifts in hospital theatres, so thank you for all you do in those nights of pain and strain
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ReplyDeletei worked the night shift as well...it gets pretty numbing with our messing with the natural rhythm of the body....and esp in those positions that could save or threaten a life it gets rather scary...saw a guy fall asleep in the factory and have his arm ripped off...nice meter in this, the rhythm plays well
nothing i can say can express my gratitude of those late night operatering theatres when i needed my surgeries, my love for all of you especially my knight XXX
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