Programmer - Poetry

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 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 early 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 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.