Passing the Bar

This is for Sel. (With apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson.)

Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for you!
And may there be no groaning of the bar
When you seek to join it too

But all the firms you're passing seem too full
Too full for lawyers new
When those who fresh from out the college school
Out-ward issue

Twilight and evening bell
The jobscape seems so dark!
You close your eyes to shut those fears of hell
When you embark

For tho' from out your class of Sex and Race
Your books may bear you far
You've yet to see the Real World face to face
When you have passed the bar