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A poem about me
#1
I wrote this a long time ago..I was reading my blog today..after like 2yrs and just felt like posting this hear again..

A poem about 'Us'

In the confines of cubicles by lit artificial light,
Sipping coffee/tea from the machines day and night.

Speaking on phones, in meetings we sit,
Staring the monitor, the keyboard(s) we hit.

No time for loved ones whom for days we do not meet,
Remembering them always, working, on our seat.

Digging in to codes A thousand patches,bugs we fix,
Life seems such a BIG BUG i wonder can anyone fix.

This is life for us,
Working away from homes and loved ones in places near yet so far.
What a life, IT guys we are !!!

But still IT is what i wanted and
IT is what i am doing really its so giving but yet so very much fine...
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#2
the atmosphere could be better ..
better than eating and drinking from machines
better lighting and more ..

what you wrote reminds me of sitting in "control" in Juvenile hall on night shift
we had monitors to watch but the atmosphere, that was depressing!

You must like puzzles?
is that what it is like to work with codes?

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