(Computer Poem) A Languages Design

Learning yet another language.
The computer speaks in formulas and equations
Decoding it down to the very design.
Working backwards and seeing what you find.
Read the books and invent it as your own.
Make a claim so bold.
Look I think you found gold.
Perfection in the code.
With a vision sewed.
You put it up with an upload.
You have just shared it with all the world.
Never appreciated as the work you put into.
The click without understanding what that took.
Never a second look.
No template will do.
For as an artist work.
It must be done from scratch.
A skeleton at first.
Ugly is it curse.
But slowly it changes.
Warped and molded into something new.
It is as it is to you.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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