A coder's poem
I see numbers crawling by, Crawling slowly up the screen, I don’t know, I want to cry, Knowing where I could have been.
Please, my code, run faster yet, Begs my heart so bored to tears. Knowing that the files I get, will be waiting some more years.
Error, sorry, start again, Prints the screen with some remorse, Thinking it can break my zen, It is right, I cry, of course!