Line-number scars on my knuckles, Coffee-ring time-stamps on half-dead dreams, They said “The bots will eclipse you, old man – Pack up your semicolons, join the memes.” But I’m still here with a solder-iron heart, Debugging the night while the young guns tweet; Legacy code is a minefield, sure – Perfect terrain for these calloused feet.I won’t be ghosted by a gradient descent, Won’t let a prompt erase my dented intent.REFactor, REBORN – watch the phoenix compile, I bend with the tidal wave, surf every byte of the file. Yeah the pink-slip wind is howling, but I’m shipping in the storm; Craft, grit, grind – that’s the platform where new legends are born.They automate tests, I automate hope, Stitching new pipelines from rusted shell-scripts; If carbon gets cheaper than silicon brains, Then sweat-driven genius rewrites the crypt. I trade my fear for a feature flag, Roll it out slow, eyes fixed on the graph; When layoffs rain like a Gatling gun, Resilience boots up in a single laugh.The future’s a diff – no mercy in red, But green lines bloom where the stubborn tread.REFactor, REBORN – watch the phoenix compile, Patch the void with midnight code, turn burnout to style. Let the drones benchmark my heartbeat, I’ll still break their norm; Craft, grit, grind – solder fire keeps a vintage soul warm.Forty-five is not legacy, it’s LTS: Long-Term Spirit. Every loop unrolled, every segfault survived Is a credential no bootcamp can mint. So let the AI auto-complete; I’ll author the line it can’t predict – The one where I refuse the fade-out.REFactor, REBORN – no obituary tag, I version-control my destiny, push, and plant my flag. The age-razor cuts, but mastery’s the uniform; Craft, grit, grind – reboot loud, rebuild, transform!