The seasons come and go
Companies shrink and grow
Engineers ebb and flow

Has your manager treated you well today?
Has the legacy code base gone astray?
Has bitcoin tanked to all's dismay?

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven;
A time to rule, and a time to die; a time to vest, and a time to pluck up that which is vested;
Even the greenest forest shall pass its prime
And the reddest apple shall rot in time
No number can remain the largest forever
The strongest relationships someday will sever

And in the ashes of kingdom come
Green sprouts battle like pond scum
And the ones that hard times do not succumb
The next dynasty shall become

Whom shall it be? No one knows
Will jobs remain? Sure, for the pros
Why must this be? Well, all things erode...

but one thing is certain, in this valley of code

and that is

that all beings live and die by the cashflow