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[ M.W.Bro.Neil Neddermeyer is P.M.W.G.M of the Grand Lodge of
Minnesota. His poem "The Old Master's Wages" has been acclaimed as a
thought provoking masterpiece. The poem has been published in many websites. The
learned author is the publisher of the Masonic Newsletter "Cinosam".
He has in the recent edition of "Cinosam", published the second poem
"An Old Mason's Thanksgiving Thoughts" by Bro. Owen Lorion, who has
composed the poem on November 24 th 2004. We are thankful to M.W.Bro. Neil
Neddermeyer for his gracious permission to post the poems in this website.
Please read on . . . .]
The Old Masters Wagesí
by M.W.Bro. Neil Neddermeyer
I meet a dear old man today
Who wore a Masonic pin,
It was old and faded like the man
Its edges were worn quite thin
I approached the park bench where he sat
To give the old brother his do
I said, "I see youíve traveled east"
He said, "I have, have you?"
I said, I have and in my day
Before the all seeing sun
I played in the rubble with Jubala
Jubilo, and Jubalum.
He shouted, donít laugh at the work my boy
Itís good and it's sweet and it's true
And if youíve traveled as you said
You should give these things a due.
The word, the sign, the token,
The sweet Masonic prayer,
The vow that all have taken
Who have climbed the inner stair.
The wages of a Mason
are never paid in gold
but the gain comes from contentment
When youíre weak and growing old.
You see Iíve carried my obligations
For almost fifty years
It has helped me through the hardships
and the failures full of tears.
Iím now losing my mind and my body
Death is near but I donít despair
Iíve lived my life upon the level
And Iím die upon the square.
Sometimes the greatest lessons
Are those that are learned anew
And the old man in the park today
Has changed my point of view.
To all Masonic brothers
The only secret is to care
May you live upon the level.
May you part upon the square.
An Old Mason's Thanksgiving Thoughts
by Bro. Owen Lorion
a day when we'll feast till we burst
turkey and fixings and all that good stuff
today, my dear Master, I want to say first
I know that my thanks will not be enough.
with the laughter, I've had many tears
the this journey through life to my doddering age
yet I am thankful I've had many more years
the young men sacrificed to war's rage.
thankful for the gift of unlimited wealth,
not happy with my bank account's pressure).
the greatest of riches are outside my self
Lodge mates and friends are the treasure.
thankful I'm good-looking without being vain!
laugh at me, handsome or humble?
each line has a history of laughter or pain;
I didn't look like me, then I'd grumble.
thankful for faith which is there to sustain
life's hardships get rough and adversity riles
could I but view the Great Trestleboard's pane
Architect's plan is to make use of these trials.
is a start, though there's more I could say
that it's time to go get my plate full.
glad that once more it's Thanksgiving Day,
I cherish the chance to list why I'm so grateful.