Woes Of A Night Shifting Poet

Finding time to do what I want, only I'm too tired to do it!

Woes of a Night Shifting Poet

Night shift is when I make my pay,
  but writing is how I make it through the day.
I rush home to  meet with paper and pen.
Only to be met by those,
  who on me they depend.
Distractions are unrelenting,
  no peace can be found.
I insist on maintaining
  what sanity I have.
Others have needs of this and that.
But all I want to do is write
  and take a little nap.
Only when night turns to dawn,
  can I do what I've had my heart set on.
Just until the daywalkers wake up
  and get me involved in all their stuff.
When I think I've just come into
  my second wind,
  I fall asleep with pen in hand.