software is vapor |
my work sticks to my brain |
like leech latches on to skin |
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my eyes stay glued to screen |
i think even in latrine |
oh dear, all these have made me an |
absent minded person |
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since my work hours are insane |
I lost all my social connection |
see I still go to bed alone |
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my skill and work are |
like sand on the shore |
does not last longer |
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today my skill is a winner |
tomorrow it may be in danger |
tough time will force me to master |
a new skill to find a new employer |
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I look back at my carrier |
see no legacy to remember |
software vanishes like a vapor |
where as this poem lasts forever |