Unending

We all dream of a perfect release
(Or one with no regressions, at least)
With all of this merging
We must be converging!
But there’s never a moment of peace

Since everything’s coming in new
There isn’t that much we can do
With bug work delayed or
“We’ll get to it later”
We’ll ship a point update or two

You know there’s no use in pretending
With the way that the bug counts are trending
If the problems come faster
Than each one can be mastered
Then the work to be done is unending.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2015. Title donated by my flatmate’s coworker.

What’s with the jump in days? I ran out of titles, so I’m just doing the last few when I feel like it.