“Software Engineer's Trouble”

The desk light glows in midnight’s shroud,  
A silent world, no bustling crowd;  
A mug of tea, now cold and gray,  
Beside the code that will not play.

The blinking screen stares back, amused,  
At tangled dreams and logic bruised—  
A thousand bugs march, line by line,  
Refusing still to toe the sign.

Stack Overflow, a faithful friend,  
Whose rabbit holes will never end;  
The “just one fix” becomes a quest  
That keeps all common sense from rest.

With rubber duck both wise and kind,  
We mutter problems, try to find  
The culprit semicolon lost,  
Or scope confusion’s biting cost.

Yet, dawn appears, the bug dissolved,  
The puzzles faced, the riddle solved;  
A weary sigh, a stretch, a smile—  
This trouble made the work worthwhile.

For software builds on tough and rough,  
Each error proof we’re strong enough  
To debug, dream, and then create—  
A new day soon, new lines await.

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