Waiting for the Gallows

Reviews are one of the never ending sagas of life. When in college Professors prefer to call them as Vivas; moving into professional life, they take the forms of code reviews (for IT professionals), product reviews, appraisals, and so on. This short poem was a result of waiting for one such review.

I sit in a room thinking all alone,

the deep contemplation spreads a chill through my bones.

My palm sweats with abandon, my eyes seem to burn,

every way that I look, there's misery at every turn.

A wrong definition will set the tongues yapping,

if a page doesn't open, they say, "Where's the mapping?"

Miss a functionality and they put you on the noose,

you spell the product wrong and all hell is let loose.

Flawed beings that we are, we love to scoff,

spotting mistakes made by others, we love to show off.

Little do we realize in all the finger pointing and more,

a mind free of malice can solve problems galore.

It's time to end this rambling, and get back to work,

as I sit in a room no longer alone.