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Graveyard Shift

by David Pekrul
copyright 04-18-2005


Age Rating: 10 +

Working all these graveyard shifts,
It often makes me crazy.
It's not that I don't work real hard,
I'm really not that lazy.

It's just that I'm so tired of always
Working all night long.
I sleep in late; work through the night,
It seems so very wrong.

I hardly ever see my kids,
They're growing up so fast,
While here I work the graveyard shift,
And think about the past.

When they were babes, I had the time
To play with them each day.
But now I work the graveyard shift,
Whatever can I say.

For they're out there and I'm in here,
And we so seldom meet
To spend some time in fellowship;
I work and then I sleep.

I hope they truly understand,
I do it all for them,
To buy the things they really need;
To fail would be a sin.

Or have I got it all so wrong?
It's really me they need,
To tuck them into bed each night,
And then a story read.

I'm going to work the day-shift,
Though it doesn't pay as much.
For life is more than what I buy,
With my children out of touch.

Now life is good and I feel rich,
It should always be this way,
I may not have material wealth,
But I'm happy every day




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        04-19-2005     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

Family is very important and I am glad that some do choose family first. One small thing in the line,"And then a story read" I think you need to add, "to read" What do you think? Good write as usuall, Anthony



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