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| A man went away but left his servants some money
"Talents" they're called, though that may seem funny The master gave to each as he thought best Not for themselves but for them to invest To those who have proven to have ability He gave more money and responsibility To one he gave five, to another two And another just one (what did he give you?) He went on his journey and then he returned And met with his servants to see what he earned The one he gave five had made five more "Good work faithful servant," he said as he swore To put him in charge of many things And see what rewards his happiness brings The man who had two also gain two "Good! I'll give the same to you" But the man who was given only but one When asked what he earned, his profit was none. But then he began to make an excuse "You take what you did not produce So I was afraid and hid in the ground That talent you gave." He said so profound The master replied, "You're wicked and lazy. I'm not stealing from you, are you crazy You don't want to work? Then put it in a bank. You could have earned interest, if I may be so frank Take the talent from this man and give it to the other The man who has ten talents and not to his brother For everyone who has, more will be given As for this man, he will not be forgiven Throw him outside where it's dark as night Let him weep and gnash teeth and have no sight. |