From the Evening Star, April 26, 1915. By Philander Johnson.
It is difficult to be a politician,
And labor for your country night and day.
There are times a man would rather go a-fishin’
And let the precious moments drift away.
But a statesman has to stay in active service,
And seek to elevate the human race;
With reminders of this fact to make him nervous—
There are hundreds who are waiting for his place.
No matter if he’s eloquent or witty;
No matter if his industry’s immense;
No matter if he can reform a city
Or check the course of folly and pretense;
No matter if he’s wise and brave and moral,
The world’s ingratitude invites a sob;
He is sure to find temptations to a quarrel
With the hundreds who are waiting for his job.