The Old School Poem by Sandra Martyres

Every new idea offered was carefully
Mothballed and kept on the shelf and
It was'nt the result of power and pelf
He had grown old doing things exactly
The same way that he had been doing
During the years and decades gone by
Innovation and originality he believed
Were the foolish rantings of idle minds
Any reference to which he brushed aside
He sincerely believed this clear approach
Was meant to control the rich-poor divide
Silly newfangled ideas just led to social chaos
The rich got richer and the poor stayed poor
And so he continued with this silly myth
Until a new leader appeared on the scene
One who was really wedded to good ideas
He immediately sent for the old fossil
And in no uncertain terms put paid
To his 'age old wisdom' and sent him
Packing down the road into oblivion
A sad end for a well-intentioned soul.....