Poetry about night shift

Well, I'll give you the whole limerick as a gift.

When I came back from the night shift, my bones fell apart.

Scared at the thought of night shift

Sing my songs loudly and drink my wine.

Look at the night shift on the wall, there is no food to eat.

My wife sleeps alone in bed.

Give me the cold shoulder.

The factory director doesn't give much money either.

Don't complain in your heart.

Life is sour and sweet.

A bright tomorrow is in sight.