CAREERS GUIDANCE

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In this schoolroom which is brightly lit

marvels are exhibited to spur me on

to learn of chances others took

when they left their dingy digs for fame.

Possibilities open out for me -

cluttered office hours, dirty workshop days,

or watching wealth absorbed by taxes,

contemplating evasion

and its culpability.

Maybe I will chart and classify

the trials of an artist

or study beauty for a living,

or even softly soothe old flesh,

refreshing nostrils with aromas,

or listen wisely for hours and a fee.

Voyaging visitors, not gentle guests

wear thin the carpet in the stately home

while the noble lord woos for dollars,

no longer fearing for his life,

just his pension and possessions.

Always we must prove ourselves

make money and be skilful.

Once Newton stood upon the shoulders of his giants;

now some stand on the beaten backs of others,

grossing profits from their losses,

and there is no salary for failures.

Years ago we could relax

and leave a random apple on the tree

to rot or fall;

now it seems it must be gathered,

fermented and decanted.

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