Suppose you stood just five feet two, <br />And had worked your way as a grocery clerk, <br />Studying law by candle light <br />Until you became an attorney at law? <br />And then suppose through your diligence, <br />And regular church attendance, <br />You became attorney for Thomas Rhodes, <br />Collecting notes and mortgages, <br />And representing all the widows <br />In the Probate Court? And through it all <br />They jeered at your size, and laughed at your clothes <br />And your polished boots? And then suppose <br />You became the County Judge? <br />And Jefferson Howard and Kinsey Keene, <br />And Harmon Whitney, and all the giants <br />Who had sneered at you, were forced to stand <br />Before the bar and say "Your Honor" -- <br />Well, don't you think it was natural <br />That I made it hard for them?<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/judge-selah-lively/
