thoughts from big red
we need a poet laureate on pprune......so
was once a job to dream of,
an achievement worth the pain,
thru hangar floors we've slept on,
as hour by hour we gained,
from single vfr,
to cfi we trod,
then ifr and multi,
continued with our plod,
and thru the cruel commuters,
who punished us month by month,
with schedules no sane soul dare go for,
except our crazy bunch,
who stuck it through the rough stuff,
give up? but ye must jest,
our sights were clearly set sir,
apoun those glorious jets,
and when that day arrived,
we counted not the years,
but relished in the glory,
our smiles our joy our tears,
of knowing that we made it,
to a seat among the clouds,
and eagarly we waited,
and oh we were so proud,
we waited for the promise,
of being financially secure,
to plan and have a future,
a house a car for sure!
coz now were in the majors,
the fairy tale came true,
but now its not the skies alone,
that seem simply blue,
sold out by our brothers,
laid off by the hoard,
labor takes the back seat,
management runs the board,
september was the month,
wall street was the place,
dallas did debbie!
alpa made no case,
and so the spell twas broken,
the innosence lost with pain,
the scattered family thrown,
out to look again,
for 3 5 0 or higher,
or even 2 2 0,
just off the ground for sometime,
please not agl of zero!
and looking back we all,
realise what we had,
and look at whats in place now
its really really sad,
perhaps you all agree folks,
that airlines are but gone,
and left are just accountants,
who really get it wrong,
perhaps that how it must be,
as the system works its scam,
our industry is about folks though,
not just a finaincial plan!
and so I'll leave you thinking,
as you lift and climb away,
savor all your time up there,
before its taken away,