You'll Be Sorry
You’ll be sorry, said the stern old judge
To the young fellow that stood in the dock,
If you keep following that pathway of crime,
It will soon be too late to turn back the clock.
You’ve been up here before me three times before
And I have always given you a chance to redeem,
You are a silly young fellow according to law
And your language to say the least is extreme.
Assaulting the elderly is a deplorable act
And made worse when you decided to steal,
Abusing your elders shows no semblance of tact,
I know just how those old people must feel.
I’ve decided to give you just one single chance more
And I hope that this time you’ll see the light,
A job and a paycheck will your ego restore
And to your parents it will bring great delight.
The young fellow heaved a great sigh of relief
And thanked the judge for showing compassion,
He promised to renounce his days as a thief,
He said his father had already given him a thrashin’.
Dad said that it was through the friends that he had
And that he followed their undesirable ways,
In essence he said, the boy’s not really bad
But from that narrow path he’s been liable to stray.
Twelve months slipped away, the future looked bright
Until one night the boys filled up with beer,
Throwing caution to the wind their drunken urge to ignite,
They then robbed a shop but cops were very quick to appear.
The other youths escaped but his run was too late
And the police arrested him there on the spot,
He realized straight away that he’d sealed his own fate
And that he deserved whatever sentence he got.
He came up before the same Judge in the court,
Who looked down on him now as a quarry,
He said, ‘I tried to help you when danger was fraught
And that if you re-offended, I said you’d be sorry.