An ode to legacy code

This right here is an ode

An ode to legacy code

If you didn’t write that blessèd script

With its comments, I guess, locked away in a crypt

The syntax makes no sense

Trying to understand it makes you feel tense

There is more than just its appearance that irks

Somehow, that code still works

It’s time to add a new feature or upgrade

A time to refresh, rebuild the foundations laid

Who will take on the code that no one present wrote?

Who will lose the democratic vote?

There is more than just its appearance that irks

Somehow, that code still works

Maintenance is something that one might try to avoid

Fixing issues with code that none of us deployed

What will happen if the compiler breaks

My sanity, for the ride, it takes?

There is more than just its appearance that irks

Somehow, that code still works