software is vapor my work sticks to my brain like leech latches on to skin my eyes stay glued to screen i think even in latrine oh dear, all these have made me an absent minded person since my work hours are insane I lost all my social connection see I still go to bed alone my skill and work are like sand on the shore does not last longer today my skill is a winner tomorrow it may be in danger tough time will force me to master a new skill to find a new employer I look back at my carrier see no legacy to remember software vanishes like a vapor where as this poem lasts forever