Acrostical

M uses come and Muses go,

A lways as the rivers flow,

G lowing girl so far away,

G reets me as I start my day,

I nspiration flows from her,

E ven as I wash my hair,

G iven that my days are nights,

R iddled with unsightly sights,

E ven through the midnight hour,

E ven when my shifts turn sour,

N ever is she far away,

E ndless muse she makes my day.