Life of a programmer

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 of my eyesight, late to bed n late 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 cant get away, coz, I need the money u pay, god, to thee I pray, if there be one - show me the way.