One Talent.

Perhaps he was not only lazy,

But he knew the master he served;

He knew only what was written of him,

True stories, and rumours akin,

Yet there was much he did not know,

And did not understand,

Especially his master's hard ways,

Though he was to trust and obey.

Perhaps he overthought,

And fear gripped him to his unmoving toes,

And so he did not tarry,

He chose his one talent to bury,

Even though he only needed one more talent,

To reach a return of one hundred percent.

Was he wicked of sloth,

Or was fear and disobedience the greater evil?