Kim Rodrigues Poet Rhyme

The Parable of the Talents

THE PARABLE OF THE TALENTS

The grave he dug, the monument he built.
No one saw the single coin that died so fast.
No time for a blessing, nevertheless knees stained,
In the dingy, dirty dark where seeds lambast.

On topsoil, five coins flitter between a man’s fingers.
The magician amazes the crowd, he doubles his wages.
His master will cheer him on, with soulful eyes.
Of his faithfulness, angels dictate lovely pages.

Yes, those who doubled their score whether small or great
will find favor and a hefty inheritance at the pearly gates.
But for the ones who bury their treasure and sit upon it
a sharp shovel will grovel, gripe and shape their fate.

10/7/2018
Contest: The Parable of the Talents
Sponsor: Holly Hippocampus

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Anisha Dutta October 10, 2018 at 12:22 AM So precisely composed. All the best Kim Rodrigues October 10, 2018 at 5:54 AM Thank you, Anisha!

Tom Cunningham October 7, 2018 at 11:08 PM Great take on the contest Kim, a modern style parable well written. Good luck. Tom. Kim Rodrigues October 10, 2018 at 5:53 AM Thank you, Tom!

Caren Krutsinger October 7, 2018 at 7:11 PM This one is superbly written, as usual, and the ending sublime, Kim. Good luck in the contest! Kim Rodrigues October 7, 2018 at 9:04 PM Thank you, my friend! <3 Kim