the past master's job

It is written down in cryptic script,
the Master's Job and where he sits,
every thing for this or that...
when to stand or wear his hat!
In every form our lodge may open
he has a form, a word, a token.
The only problem I can find...
is when he's left the job behind.
And so we try with verse and rhyme to
form a guide for this troublesome time!

Support the Master of TODAY
and remember, YOUR gavel's been put away;
Think of your favorite job in line
and fill that chair from time to time!
Whenever an empty chair appears...
fill it fast; it brings good cheer.
Give good council when you're asked;
help relieve the Master's task.

The only words we hate to hear:
"THINGS SURE WERE DIFFERENT IN MY YEAR!"