Police - First Shift In Seven Night Shifts Poem by Paul Warren

The soft sunlight peeps above the horizon
As the sun bleeds into the daybreak
Darkness is defeated as the headlights need not be on
Slowly the traffic builds as the dawn breaks

And the radio has been quiet for the last hour
The patrol log pages appear out of the darkness
Thoughts of the busy nights are dour
When we have dealt with victims under duress

A drink driver who should think more of things
Than being out drinking with their friends
A first night with out sleep that night shift brings
And I know there are six more nights before it ends

And with rotating shifts every five weeks
It will start again in four weeks time
Knowing that you never catch up on sleeps
With staying on an even keel would be sublime

© Paul Warren Poetry