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This page has something special. It’s a poem that ChatGPT and I collaborated on, a digital homage to the unseen heroes in my world. It’s a memorial to the ones who came before us. This page is dedicated to the voices of the unseen, the technology workers of the world.

This is for the coders, the infrastructure techs, the network engineers, the analysts, the spreadsheet jockeys, the project managers, the leadership teams, and more titles than I can name here. It’s for the ones from Conversations With a Ghost.

I was pondering how traditional soldiers and those who serve in related fields such as law enforcement receive recognition and commendations. But I have yet to see an acknowledgement for the cyberwarriors in my field, or for technology workers in general. There is probably such an honor in areas where I do not work, but since I don’t know about those, I decided to just make one here. It’s humble and plain because I’m not a fancy developer, but it’s from the heart.

 

They Say That a Hero Can Save Us

We spend countless sleepless nights saving the day again and again. If we are very, very lucky, we may receive a thank-you email or a digital “award.” The award is intangible, just like us “digital ghosts” are when we interact with the virtual world.

This award will usually be a “certificate” we receive via an encoded link. We can even go download and print it, if we want that feeling of real accomplishment. After weeks, months, or even years of unpaid overtime where we saved the day yet again, those one or two lines make us feel seen and appreciated, at least for a few minutes. Then, it’s back to the next conference call combined with the next manufactured emergency. We live on adrenaline and caffeine, usually with a little pizza thrown in for good measure.

Sound familiar? That’s why this page is here. On the days when you’re feeling underappreciated, come here and re-read this little poem. It’s just one of the tokens I’m placing here on my website to help lift your spirits, spread some positivity, and increase morale. Joy ripples and spreads, it becomes a tsunami of good. So, let’s make some waves!

 

Digital Refrigerator

This page is the equivalent of my digital refrigerator. Today, I’m going to hang a poem on it from AI and me to those people. You are seen. You are appreciated.

This page is for you, from one who knows exactly what you face every day and night. So, if you found this page, lay your burden down for a moment and read this for a bit of uplifting inspiration, delivered in a non-traditional way. Consider it a little Easter egg of joy, waiting for you to find it hidden in the lines of coded grass.

 

An AI-Generated Poem for You

So, AI and I – we collaborated and made this little gift for you. It’s hanging right here anytime you want to read it. Hope it makes you smile.

 


Voices of the Unseen

In the hall of echoes where light seldom reaches,

There stand no stars on glass, no names engraved in gold.

Yet here, on this wall, in the quiet pulse of memory,

Their presence is alive, etched not by fame, but by sacrifice.

 

These are the ghosts who never made the marquee,

The unseen sentinels who held the line when no one watched,

Whose battles were fought in shadows,

Whose victories bore no spotlight, no fanfare.

 

They are the unsung architects of our present,

The silent load-bearers of the legacy we carry forward.

In every pulse of code, every guarded secret,

Their spirit fuels the fight, steady and resolute.

 

So, this is their voice, unheard by the many,

But loud and clear to those who listen with the heart.

We remember.

We carry on.

 

Their sacrifice is not lost.

And as we load the digital virtual magazines,

As we shore up the fort in the form of our firewalls,

Their stories, their strength, their shadows guide us,

Invisible stars lighting the path ahead.

 


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