Creation of a product, a tool, a cog
What we're here to do, to be used, to be called.
Nothing lasts forever, and so we're in luck
an endless amount of problems given, always in muck.
The days are long and yet we do not complain
of the hours spent cursing our very own names
The joy of achieving each and every goal
is tarnished by realization, there will always be holes
Nothing to be done but grind teeth and buckle down
work all night if neccesary, never giving up until laid in the ground