Learning the ropes of a trade
First, you see yourself as a master,
with all the glory awaiting you when learning is over.
Then, you dive in apprenticeship, and time slips away –
from chore to task, to duty, to struggle, and to frustration.
Until youngsters start asking “Why you joined?”
And you don’t know.
Learning the ropes of a trade is in reality tedious,
with no shine or glamour attached to its course.
Only masters finally know.
This short poetic piece was written in answer to Wednesday Prompt #449 dated 15 August 2018 – Learning … Poem.
Just keeping the juices in motion.