Poem 174: Hard Habit To Break

I have a problem in that I just can’t seem to sleep in

I seldom make it to seven before my day begins

I am a creature of habit and stick to a morning routine

It certainly isn’t the way that it always has been

When I was employed I worked shift work and it would alter my state

I worked every weekend and the hours were for certain not that great

Over the years I was on steady midnights, four to twelve and swing shifts as well

These varied year to year but this lasted for quite a spell

When I did get a day shift the days off were in the middle of the week

Days with weekends off was the ultimate goal that I chose to seek

This job started straight out of high school as a summer chore

I was only employed part time but I soon wanted more

The plan was after the summer to go to college and be on my way

Once I started getting forty hours, I wanted to stay

For the first time I was making real money and the pay was good

They asked me if I wanted to continue after the summer and I said I could

So what started out as a summer job turned out to be a career

I would retire halfway through my thirty sixth year

When I first started, there were six other men working with you

Over the years the shift would be covered by two

At one time there were over thirty employees who worked in this place

Each year you would look up at the seniority list hoping you moved up a space

You would wish your fellow worker good luck when he would retire

This in turn would move your name on the list just that much higher

Over the years the days shift with weekends was finally in my sights

Now at the end of this dark tunnel I was finally starting to see that light

Each year I was getting closer to the top of this group

That’s when the office and the hours went for a loop

They decided to cut off some jobs and buy out some of the employees

This is the first time in a while that I started to worry

Once the dust had settled and the changes were done

The employees on each shift would now be reduced to one

This meant for me that I would incur another delay

I continued on shift work to earn my pay

It took twenty nine years to get my day shift with weekends off and I was now in heaven

After a few months in that role, they changed the hours to start at seven

I told them they could change the hours in any way

No matter what you decide, I’m here to stay

I got up every morning before six for seven years and then called it a career

I still haven’t been able to break this habit it would appear

I have tried everything to shake it but I can’t seem to break free

All because of those last years of working seven to three

So far today I have walked the dog, ate breakfast and finished this poem of mine

That is what I’ve accomplished so far this morning and it’s only ten minutes past nine

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