'' Experience Like That Can't Be Bought '' Poem by Bri Mar

Learning throughout life,
The knowledge I've gained,
To the bin it is now being hasted,
It cuts like a knife,
All the skills I've ingrained,
I feel are now being wasted.

They're saying, he's old,
What does he know,
As a statement it's very uncouth,
It leaves me cold,
Their skills they could grow,
If only they would face the truth.

Life is a skill,
We all must learn,
Experience should be to the fore,
If I have the will,
For this you should yearn,
Those older you should not deplore.

What I regret,
Is, I'm no longer hired,
I know it's because of my age,
What they forget,
Is what they've retired,
Is experience they just cannot gauge.

Never judge a book,
Before it is read,
What's inside can be so uplifting,
Do take a look,
Where you're being led,
Very soon your perception is shifting.

That silly old git,
Isn't so daft,
In fact, he could teach us a lot,
he knows quite a bit,
About many a craft,

‘' Experience Like That Can't Be Bought ‘'