Let's start the week with a poem by John W Davis (April 13, 1873 – March 24, 1955), who served as Solicitor General of the United States, and was generally know as a Lawyer's Lawyer:
The lawyer's a man of sorrow, and acquainted with grief;
Among all the sinners, he's considered the chief.
His friends all admire him when he conquers for them;
When he chances to lose, they're quick to condemn.
They say, "Ah! He is bought!" If he loses a case;
They say, "Ah! He is crooked!" If he wins in the race.
If he charges big fees, they say he's a grafter;
If he charges small fees, "he's not worth going after."
If he joins the church, "It's for an effect;"
If he doesn't join, "He's as wicked as heck."
But here's one fact we all must admit:
When we get into trouble, our lawyer is IT!
Happy Monday.
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