The failure to Modernize Code: A Threnody

We told you the mcode editors are poets. Let us show its. (!!!!)

In bleak lines, I sing of a coder's plight,

A cautionary tale of forsaken might.

A threnody I weave, by sorrow bound,

To warn of perils when old code's not found.

In realms where systems silently lurk,

Neglected lines of code begin to irk.

A once vibrant realm, now lost in time,

Where dinosaurs of tech refuse to climb.

Ignorant minds, they cast a fatal shade,

In stubbornness, embracing old charade.

With rusty armor and archaic scripts,

They scorn the breeze of progress as it whips.

Oh, poor souls who shun the paths of new,

Too weary to learn, or simply too few.

The risks of stagnation, they fail to see,

As progress dances, mocking their decree.

In darkened corners of the digital age,

Their once proud applications turn a page.

A silent cry echoes through the screen,

As vulnerabilities plot in unseen.

The malware creeps and breaches their defenses,

Exploiting flaws hidden behind pretenses.

Their ancient fortress, stripped of its might,

Exposes all to a malicious blight.

The world moves on, advancements taking flight,

But stubborn pride still blinds their sight.

Their handicrafts, once marvels of their time,

Now crumbling ruins, victims of their prime.

The user's trust erodes like shifting sands,

As glitches and crashes grace their hands.

Each bug a stab into their fragile heart,

Their dreams, once soaring, now torn apart.

Oh, lost souls, blinded by nostalgia's haze,

The modern world eclipses their malaise.

Their shallow pride, a fading ember's glow,

As progress marches forth, they fail to know.

So heed this threnody's dolorous strain,

Embrace the change that dances in the rain.

Revamp the code, let brilliance thrive,

Or see your creations engulfed by the tides.

For in the realm of bytes and digital space,

To cling to past means time can't erase.

A tragic fate awaits those who resist,

As modernization's swift currents persist.

Let this lamentation serve as a guide,

Embrace the new, leave the old to abide.

In the face of progress, may we stand tall,

For in adapting, we'll rise above it all.