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Dulce et Decorum est Pro Organisatione Suae Carrierae Delere

Cubicles crammed, through a fog of screens,
Colleagues hunched and weary, soul-dead dreams;
Dragging on deadlines, drifting toward doom,
Reaching for tasks that in the cloud loom.

“Email! Email!” Quick, Slack bells ringing,
Juggling tabs, while your phone keeps pinging;
Just in time, someone’s career takes a fall;
He could not keep up, could not give his all.

In every inbox, haunting every thread,
The face of a colleague, emotionally dead.
If you could hear, through the buzz and hum,
The muted cries, the career undone;

His weary eyes, burning and hollow,
His voice, a whisper, tone filled with sorrow.
His sacrifices for projects unmet,
His life’s ambitions, lost, drowned in regret;

You would not chant, with so much zest,
To youngsters eager, doing their best,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro organisatione suae carrierae delere.

 

(With all due respect to Wilfred Owen)

A Poem on Shiny Things

In a world of AI, numbers, and machines,
Where computers hum with artificial dreams,
Does steel and code and pixel ever glean,
The human touch, the heart behind the screens?

Why look to tools to mend our deepest cracks,
When cogs and gears know not of empathy?
It’s we who breathe, who feel, who love, who act,
In our own souls lie the solution’s key.

With every byte, each bit and silicon chip,
We’ve woven webs of knowledge, power, might,
But at the core, beneath each fingertip,
It is the human heart that holds the light.

For tech can answer what, when, where, and how,
But in the why, AI does falter, bow.
Though technology holds a stellar charm,
It cannot comfort, cannot hold a hand.

No software feels, no hardware can disarm,
The pain a human heart must understand.
The Chatbots dance with lightning speed and grace,
Yet, they lack the tender rhythm of our pulse.

People, not tech, could steer our pace,
For human warmth no AI can ever convulse.
In wisdom’s quest, let’s not become enslaved,
To cold precision, to sterile, soulless power.

Remember it’s through people lives are saved,
In every minute, every precious hour.
Technology, a tool, a servant be,
While human spirit, the master, ever free.

The Road Not Taken

Two paths diverged in the business wood,
And I, I took the one less understood,
For I chose Organisational Psychotherapy,
And that has made all the difference to me.

The path of spreadsheets and profit charts,
A well-trodden trail that broke our hearts,
But the path of therapy, less travelled by,
Has helped us find our why.

Through the power of dialogue and reflection,
We’ve transformed our work and our connection,
With our people and our teams,
We’ve brought about some wondrous dreams.

We’ve faced our fears and dared to change,
And through the discomfort, we’ve grown in range,
We’ve learnt to listen, and to truly see,
And that’s made us more agile, and more free.

So, here’s to Organisational Psychotherapy,
To the road less travelled, and the mystery,
For it has brought us to a better place,
And we’re grateful for the journey, and the grace.

A Lament for Agile Software Development

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Agile development, we loved thee so,
Yet now thy flame is flickering low,
And all the world grows dimmer in our sight.

Once thou wert young and full of fire,
A new way of working, a bright new dawn,
We dreamed of all the things thou couldst spawn,
And all the ways thou couldst lift us higher.

But now we mourn thy fading grace,
Thy light that once shone bright and bold,
Now flickers weakly, frail and old,
And leaves us lost in this darkened space.

No more the sprints that flew so fast,
No more the stand-ups sharp and bright,
No more the retrospectives to shed light,
On how to improve, how to make it last.

Agile development, we bid thee adieu,
Thou wert a bright star in our sky,
And though now we say our fey goodbye,
We’ll hold onto the lessons we learned from you.

Darkness Reigns: A Tale of Terror and Despair in the Heart of the Night

[Or, a Poe-m on Good Enough Software]

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of software code galore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my coding door.

“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my coding door—

Only this, and nothing more.”

 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my software stacks surcease of sorrow—sorrow for code forevermore.

For the rare and radiant feature that the users seek to adore,

Nameless here for evermore.

 

But as I sat there coding, suddenly there came an omen foreboding,

A question that haunted me with its phantom terror evermore—

What is this “good enough” software, this mysterious coding lore?

What quantification defines its measure, its required score?

Is it a simple metric, or something much more?

 

Thus I sought to uncover, to fathom the depths of this coding wonder,

To seek the answers hidden within this mysterious coding lore.

For what is software, but a tool of our own creation,

A means to an end, a bridge to our salvation,

A way to make our dreams a reality, a pathway to more.

 

And so I pondered, evermore, on this question of “good enough” software,

And what it means for the requirements we seek to explore.

For if we cannot quantify, if we cannot define,

What we need in our software, what is on the line,

Then how can we ever hope to meet those needs and more?

 

In the end, I found the answer, hidden in the code that we write,

In the way we approach our work, in the way we seek to delight,

Our users and our customers, our partners and our friends,

In the way we approach our coding, and the journey that never ends.

 

For good enough software is not a simple metric, not a simple score,

But a mindset, a philosophy, a way of coding evermore,

A way to seek perfection, but to accept imperfection too,

A way to strive for excellence, but to know when to say “we’re through.”

 

And so I leave you with this, my friends, my fellow coders, my kin,

A message from the depths of my soul, from the very depths within:

Seek to quantify, seek to measure, seek to meet your requirements true,

But remember that good enough software is a journey, not a destination, it’s a way of life, ever anew.