Ripples

Here is another poem from a local man living in Brynmawr.
The Author, Ray Hapgood, kindly gaveme his permission to publish it.
I really love this poem - it is so very true!!

Sometime when you're feeling important,
Sometime when your ego'sin bloom,
Sometime when you take it for granted,
You're the best qualified man in the room.
Sometime when you think that your passing
Will leave an unfillable hole,
Just remember this simple example,
And see how it humbles your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in up to your wrists,
The hole that you make when you leave it,
Is the measure of how much you'll be missed.
You may thrash all you want when you enter,
You may stir up the waters galore,
But just wait for a moment
And it is still the same as before.

The moral of this is quite simple,
Just do the best that you can.
But please always remember
There is no irreplaceable man