The IT Life — A Professional Survival Poem
I chose IT, or so I thought,
A peaceful job with skills well taught.
"Just fix the system, " they would say—
Then send me fifty tickets in a day.
My morning starts with coffee strong,
Then comes the message: "Something's wrong! "
The server's down, the network's slow,
And somehow I'm the one who has to know.
"Did you reboot? " I calmly ask.
"No, but I tried another task."
"What's the error? " "I don't know."
"Can you send a screenshot? "
"Where does that go? "
A meeting at nine, another at ten,
By noon, I wonder where I've been.
We talk about a simple change,
Then suddenly the scope gets strange.
The code was working yesterday,
Today it somehow lost its way.
One tiny update, one little line,
And suddenly nothing is "just fine."
I Google, I test, I troubleshoot,
I restart, reconnect, and reboot.
I check the logs, I chase the trace,
And somehow find the hidden case.
At last, the problem disappears,
I celebrate—perhaps with tears.
Then comes the message I dread most:
"It's happening again."
…from the same host.
Still, through the chaos, stress, and strain,
We keep the digital world in frame.
We build, protect, support, and deploy,
Turning technical trouble into joy.
We learn new tools, we chase what's new,
Because yesterday's skills won't always do.
AI, cloud, security, and code—
Another upgrade on the road.
We may complain, "I'm done today, "
Then solve one more before we walk away.
Because somewhere underneath the fight,
We love the challenge—we make things right.
So here's to the people behind the screen,
The problem-solvers rarely seen.
To every engineer, admin, and tech,
Who keeps the world running with intellect.
Our work may not always get applause,
But we're the reason systems don't pause.
Through every bug, outage, deadline, and byte,
We keep the digital world alive.
And tomorrow morning, coffee in hand,
We'll face another issue unplanned.
Because that's our life.
We're IT.
We don't always know why it broke—
But somehow…
we make it work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem