The Water Cure

Since, the day is rapidly careening by, but still wanting to post something today, this is an entry from Ramblings of an Old Woman, Volumn 1.  It is one of my favorite poems.  One weekend, a friend and I went to Atlantic City, and as we were paying our breakfast bill, there by the cash register was a pile of postcards with this poem on it.  They were free, so I picked one up and have had it in my possession ever since. 

The Water Cure Sometime when you’re feeling important Sometime when your ego’s in bloom Sometime when you take  it for granted You’re the best qualified in the room.   Sometime when you feel your going Would leave an un-fillable hole Just follow this simple instruction And see how it humbles your soul.   Take a bucket and fill it with water Put your hand in—up to your wrist Take it out—and the hole that’s remaining Is a measure of how you’ll be missed.   You can splash all you please as you enter You can stir up the water galore But STOP—and you’ll find in a minute That it looks quite the same as before.   There’s a moral in this quaint example Just do the best that you can Be proud of yourself but remember There is no indispensable man.   GIC Salesman

The Water Cure Sometime when you’re feeling important Sometime when your ego’s in bloom Sometime when you take  it for granted You’re the best qualified in the room.   Sometime when you feel your going Would leave an un-fillable hole Just follow this simple instruction And see how it humbles your soul.   Take a bucket and fill it with water Put your hand in—up to your wrist Take it out—and the hole that’s remaining Is a measure of how you’ll be missed.   You can splash all you please as you enter You can stir up the water galore But STOP—and you’ll find in a minute That it looks quite the same as before.   There’s a moral in this quaint example Just do the best that you can Be proud of yourself but remember There is no indispensable man.   GIC Salesman