CCXXIV and CCXXV

Before I knew the Master of the tasks,

I thought I would, a bad employee, be.

But having seen his humor and his laughs,

I see how kind and nice he’d be to me.

And not for tasks is this Taskmaster here,

no, these are just a byproduct, you see.

For after having done some while he’s near,

I know how kind and nice he is to me.

For even if I’m woeful in the work

he’s given, or I’ve taken on for free,

I’ve never been subjected to his smirk--

he is so very kind and nice to me.

So take some time to watch, and you’ll agree

that he is kind to saints like you and me.

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When we first met, I hadn’t written much.

A poem here or there, papers for school,

some outlines for some books, or somethingsuch,

but I had not yet written as a rule.

But in your eyes I saw they saw some more

to me that I had not yet figured out.

I couldn’t say what it could be, and nor

could I decide what it could be about.

I simply saw that you saw more than me.

And every thought of mine went on the search

to find whate’er it was, that I might see

from whatsoever branch from where you perched.

I don’t think I have found it yet, forsooth,

but writing gets me closer to the truth.