Irony of My Life
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.
Thus, I entered the world of bytes,
Only to realize that reality bytes,
'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,
Had made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise.
Had made me neither wealthy, healthy or 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 my comp, what's to be done.
I hate u, 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.
--Anonymous
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