The job I love!

The job I love, no longer exists
Troubled by politics, all adrift
Training long ago, no longer fits
Experience counts for naught
Expensive, cut loose to flitter
Education for the academics is the now
The practical willed, consigned to the litter
Your no longer fit for purpose
Adaptable, willing to change
No longer counts 
When wrinkly and olde
Your consigned to the waste
At some point the system will shift
The masses to benefit to ensure transformation
So long, to pastures new, a smile on my face 
As new experiences call