Midnight Email Poem by Paul Reed

Who is this man
Who sends the midnight email?
What mind throbs with work
With the sky grown pale?

What energy drives
This outlook shorn of home?
Scorns the safer paths
Down which he could roam

What misguides this man
To think that midnight effort
Will not be drizzled away
And leave the morn unhurt?

Discard peace and restful things
For chance to dream spurn;
Let the morning be enough
For his struggles to return.