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