One day the servers will fall still,
The screens go dark, the hum turns chill.
Your code archived, replaced by new,
Your name erased from all they knew.
The work may reach both far and wide,
Change paths, change lives, with quiet pride.
But it won’t keep those hands so small,
Or pause the voices when they call.
There’ll be a last "just one more page,"
Before they grow and leave the stage.
A final night they dream on you,
Before the years pull them from view.
You branch your time the merge runs slow,
Conflicts between the "stay" and "go."
Each push to prod feels bittersweet,
For home’s the real release you meet.
No sprint can match the pace they grow,
No backlog holds the days you know.
Deploy each moment, live it fast,
For versions fade none meant to last.
So while the builds and sprints press on,
Remember soon this time is gone.
For love outlives what work will do
It’s built in hearts that learned from you.