(The poem titled “Programmer’s Poem” quoted below is by an unknown author. It was e-mailed to me by my brother during the time the world was going through a financial melt-down a few years ago. My response to it appears below it.)
Programmer’s Poem
(Unknown author)
I start my day by sitting on a chair,
Giving my monitor a hard, cold stare,
By evening I’m done with another coding.
Oh! This has become a routine so boring.
Like all, I entered this field with great hope,
Jobs were many and there was plenty of scope,
Dreams of joining the likes of Gates,
And a chance to make money in the States.
This, I entered the world of bytes,
Only to realize that reality bites.
‘Coz a programmer’s life, isn’t all that cozy.
The bed of software isn’t all that rosy.
Seeing the monitor all day n night,
Have taken the power off my eyesight,
Late to bed n late to rise,
Has made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise.
Working holidays, busy weekends.
No time for family, no time for friends,
My job steals most of my time,
Helplessly, I watch this crime.
Just for few bits of money,
I forego those moments with my Honey,
When I should be out – having fun,
I’m telling a comp, what’s to be done.
I hate you, yet I can’t get away,
‘Coz, I need the money u pay.
God, to thee I pray,
If there be one – show me the way.
_____________________________
My Response:
The way has come now in the form
Of global crisis, the killer storm
Shaken to the bottom, out of form
My boss called me just to inform
That he didn’t need me any more
And that I am free like before
To roam the streets and go where I wish
Like a forsaken dog and perish
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I didn’t see
When I cursed the monitor Thee
In the glitter all over its face
Were You always smiling at me
Lord of Lords, please give me my job
PC, monitor, my fatigued yawn
Take anything in exchange you want
Wife, kids, home or all that I flaunt!
For I know that I only loved
One and only one so fond
And that is me, the rest don’t count
Keep me to the PC always bound
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