The Programmer
By Roberto Consul

I have lived for many years now
But still, I am seemed to be misunderstood in some ways, somehow.
My existence is always felt, appreciated
But also always cursed, maltreated.

If ever you forgot, I am a man.
Still, I produce numerous errors in every program I run.
You see, I am not that perfect at all.
Beyond my intentions are those I’d done that caused others to fall.

I’ve spent so many sleepless nights,
Thinking of ways and algorithms that for you would be right.
Then suddenly, something bad comes along the way.
Then what do I get? Criticisms, the blame, all those damn they could say.

I have dedicated my life for the improvement of society’s living.
I could not ask for more than its better living.
Everything I develop, please use them well,
For a peaceful and innovative community where we’ll always dwell.

You can call me whatever you want,
Take me for granted or either put me in front.
But I’ll just always be that someone who wants to take a step further.
I am that one person, I am the programmer.