INDISPENSABLE
[This poem was given to me by Harold Irvan]

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 that your going

Would leave an "unfillable" hole,

Just follow this simple instruction

And see how it humbles your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water,

And put your hand in it, up to the wrist,

Pull it out, and the hole that is remaining,

Is a measure of how you will be missed.

You may splash all you please when 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.

The moral of this quaint example,

Is to do just the best that you can,

Be proud of yourself, but remember,

There is no indispensable man.

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