The Lament of a Retired Lawyer

SNee,

While clearing a working table, I chanced upon a poem written by a D.S.K. I would like to share it with you.

The persona displays a mixture of emotions - anger, madness at the profession? But feels 'free' and happy now that he's out of it. The poem reveals a sentiment that is well brought out in simple language and imagery!

On Retirement Of A Lawyer

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The Judges can

Kiss my ass

I am retired at last

I lost all my cases and appeals

But I had my share of whisky cases and beers

That kept me in good cheer

But gals still like

My marbles

I can now yell

Clients can go to hell

No more at their beck and call

I say to them "f... you all

I have your money!??

Gals now stick

To me like honey

I can play and pray

As and when I like

No more do I have to lie in court

When I can lie in bed

For all I care.