The New Generation of Wanna Be High Flyers

When I was young I thought I thought I could Fly, Off the roof of the garage without a jet pack. Life experience taught me different. But even when only four I knew I could not get to the top of the garage, Without a ladder or a helping hand from someone six foot plus. Not so for the latest generation of, Wanna be high flyers, Who think they can fly to the top of the money tree, By bypassing the bottom rung of the ladder, Metaphorically speaking, of course, As most, have never been up a ladder in reality, in their life. Anyone pushing seventy or beyond, Will most likely remember that few got to the top of the money tree, In their chosen field, Without serving some sort of apprenticeship, Which required stepping on to the bottom of a ladder, Both, metaphorically and physically. There are few among us who have no sympathy, Or respect for teachers, if we are not still in school, And there is no doubting the stress they are under. But when In NZ the teachers have rejected a pay rise, That would see a teacher starting on only $1.99 above the, New Minimum Wage, I say only, as for most who served apprenticeships had high hopes, Of one day earning $1.99 an hour. And most did and much more over time. Some of us even decided to change on a change of career, And you guessed it, Another apprenticeship and back down the ladder we went, Never for a moment did we think we could fly to the top of the money tree, Without a jet pack, Or a winning streak at the races. Having served an apprenticeship both metaphorically and physically speaking Having switched from the printing trade to Early childhood teaching, Having been up and down ladders Metaphorically and physically speaking, Having been in and out of sight of the top of the money tree, Metaphorically and physically speaking. And as I stand here in sight of the top of the tree of life experience, Metaphorically physically speaking, I can see the money tree is getting taller by the year, And most will have lost their hair before they get anywhere near. So, with all that life experience under my belt, I feel quite entitled to ask, Where did we go wrong? Who failed whom? And who stole all the ladders? Both physically and metaphorically speaking, of course.