THE JUDGE

Will I sleep tonight?
There was a time
when passing judgement
seemed a simple thing.

Clean of hands
and legal-eyed
I watch them shrug away
the dirt that dogs their day.

Each one lays claim
to wander through my nights.
Ignorance and fate
toss heads upon my pillow.

The evil, I can deal with,
cold and sure,
but others creep inside
my wig and gown.

Life caught them in it’s web
before their birth;
chance flung me clear
to sit in judgement here.

Marion Sharville ©

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