Read more poems by Robert Service: Robert Service Poems at Poetry X.
The Judge looked down, his face was grim, He scratched his ear; The gangster's moll looked up at him With eyes of fear. She thought: 'This guy in velvet gown, With balding pate, Who now on me is looking down, Can seal my fate.' The Judge thought: 'Fifteen years or ten I might decree. Just let me say the word and then Go home to tea. But then this poor wretch might not be So long alive . . .' So with surprise he heard that he Was saying 'Five'. The Judge went home. His daughter's child Was five that day; And with sweet gifts around her piled She laughed in play. Then mused the Judge: 'Life oft bestows Such evil odds. May he who human mercy shows Not count on God's?'
Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 28 Mar 2017 4:09 AM | Viewed: 3823 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only
For more information...