Okay, let me give you a whole limerick to comfort you.
When I come back from the night shift, my bones fall apart
I feel scared when I think of the night shift
I have to drink too much during the day to sing songs
Look at the wall without food during the night shift
My wife sleeps alone in bed
I am ignored
The factory director refuses to pay more
Don’t complain in your heart
< p>Life is sour and sweetA better tomorrow is in front of you