Prose and Code

The sun rises on sleepless eyes, Coffee cold, beneath gray skies. Stack traces tell their cryptic tale, While semicolons make or break the trail. Yet in this chaos, beauty blooms, In elegant solutions, past the gloom. For every error thrown in spite, There lies a path to make things right. So here I sit, till break of day, Writing poems in my own way.

React, Vue, Angular, Svelte, Choices where we've always dwelt. Virtual DOM or compiled fast, Which framework will forever last? Components nested, props cascade, State management, decisions made. Hooks and lifecycle, rendered views, Framework wars, who wins, who lose? In the end, the choice is yours, Build what works, open doors.

Free as in freedom, free as beer, Open source, we hold dear. Fork the repo, make it yours, Contribute back, open doors. Issues filed, pull requests merged, Communities where talents converged. MIT, GPL, or Apache two, Licenses that see us through. In collaboration, we find our way, Open source, here to stay.

My pull request awaits its fate, Three approvals at the gate. Comments come, both harsh and kind, Each suggestion, a refined mind. Nitpicks here, suggestions there, "Consider this approach with care." I push commits, address each note, In collaborative boats we float. For better code, we all aspire, Through review, we lift each other higher.

To call oneself is divine, Each iteration, a step refined. Base case reached, the journey done, Stack unwinds, one by one. In mirrors of our own design, We see the truth in every line. For life itself is but a loop, Recursive calls throughout the group. Until we find our exit state, And close the file, accept our fate.