Servant Of Two Masters by Chris Sorrenti
In the morning I wake up to the call of two masters
One of which I must always leave behind
A special sadness coming over me
For the master I say good-bye to is the one I truly love
Yet without the one I serve throughout the day
I would have no food to eat nor roof over my head
Sometimes I feign illness so I can be with the other
For by the end of the day I'm much too tired to even think
And thinking is all my favored master asks of me
In return he gives me gifts
Colourful visions growing in abundance all around
Which I carefully pick and place in straight lines
Promises of a day when there'll be no farewell mornings
And only one master will I then serve for all eternity
© 1993
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06/27/2013 Posted on 06/27/2013 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/27/13 at 07:09 PM There is a lot of punch in this piece, addressing several human situations. Much to read and re-read here. Thanks, Chris. |
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/08/13 at 10:51 PM Nice Chris! But the note makes me wonder if he knew how much our current masters would really be watching! |
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