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"Old Masters Wages"
by Author Unknown
| I met 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 due. | ||
| I said, "I see you've 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 | ||
| Jubalo and Jubalum." | ||
| He shouted, "Don't laugh at the work my son | ||
| It's good and sweet and true | ||
| And if you've traveled as you said | ||
| You should give these things their 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 you're weak and growing old." | ||
| "You see I've carried my obligations | ||
| For almost fifty years. | ||
| It has helped me through the hardships | ||
| And failures full of tears." | ||
| "Now I'm losing my mind and my body. | ||
| Death is near but I don't despair. | ||
| I've lived my life upon the level | ||
| And I'm dying 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. | ||
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