Master and Pupil

We are in life so similar –

The master and his pupil be;

We write our words with such a care –

And others then can plainly see;

The curse of darkness clouds our mind –

Since we are close it is unique;

Yet through this curse we often find –

A common thread we often seek;

Miss we our family long lost now –

Our mothers, fathers, sisters too;

So oft in words we now ask how –

And why yet answers are there few;

But most of all are poets – we –

And seek us both some harmony.