I once heard a man called Judge He had never been to court Never owned a wig and gown He just never had the urge I spoke to him, my words curt I completely thought him deceptive And thought him to be a liar And he fumed in all his ire I stood before judge a decade later Or his remains in a cold graveyard And bothered to read his epitaph. He was George but not a judge My mind transfixed, I walked along And I wondered as I wandered The number of times I was guilty of bypassing Of how many people had this mistake made Of the wars it had started of the friendships it had ended Of the living it had turned dead And how many would discover That their judge was truly George Then did I remember Solomon’s saying , he did speak In all thy getting get understanding