Someone smiles painstakingly

Awake often my little red eyes
While in the graveyard shift.
Sometimes my precious eyes need a long sleep
But I tell 'please wake till morn
As the night isn't so friendly with us.'
Then my eyes grumble; 'You sleep in the morning Master!
Though we close our eyes,
Yet, we see the World of gambling with human nature.'

* To the unknown little blind girl who roamed in my daydream and said; ' It's really awful Grandpa! when I see your eyes are like two hot iron balls.'