Alexandrian Sonnet 6 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Like a master whose benevolence lacks a jot of ill
Gave talents to his servants duly as he desires;
Some, one, some three, some five, in line with his will
And they must report their affairs when he requires.
So is God Almighty the dispenser of graces,
To everyone he gives talent(s) in a due proportion.
Our perspective portions differs as we have different faces
Wherein everybody must work according to his/her ration.
Then, youths death, is it a partial or an untimely death?
When all, that he had been given, he has in toto1 spent,
As our span is scrupled from the moment of our birth,
Specific time allotted to use just as that of the talent.
Acquaint the penitent; everybody must not grow grey hair or old
Death comes in consonance with God's will, His will all times hold.