Thirty-seven years ago I began a new
career
At just fifteen I left my home, saying “get
me out of here”
School was crook, so I took a look, at
life as a Navy sailor
I couldn't not do better; my life it could
have been a failure
On a train across the plain, we left
Sydney for the west
I didn’t know it at the time, but my Dad’s
idea was best
“Get that boy in uniform, teach him all
the ropes
The mates he’s got are losers, they’re just
a bunch of dopes”
I persevered; I saw it through, though I
didn’t work too hard
I was just a kid with attitude, and I
rarely played that card
That I’d been dealt, I was quite clever
but I kept it in reserve
Kept that card right up my sleeve, until
ten years I had served
Then I changed my job, matured a bit,
worked hard and got ahead
Two promotions in quick time, and more
than once it had been said
That fellow is quite capable; let’s give
him a peaked cap
Me, I was in paradise, and I was quite
pleased with that
Back to school to finish off what I should
have done when younger
Strange as it was, when I was older, I developed
a strange hunger
I’d had my fun, there was work to be done,
no-one but me could do it
So I started me a law degree, quite sure I
could get through it
After twenty-four I walked through the
door, began life as a lawyer
Went to the bar to try my luck, got an
office in the foyer
It seemed to work, I had some skills, that
I developed and refined
It takes a while to find your niche, but I
think I had found mine
It’s been ten years as a barrister, I’ve
done okay I reckon
Buy my roots began to call me, and as a
Crown a job did beckon
So now, four decades after starting out,
I’m beginning once again
As a brand new Crown Prosecutor,
prosecuting evil men
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