A poem I used to read and recommend often and was struck today with how true it really is.

THE INDISPENSABLE MAN

By Saxon White Kessinger

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 you’re going

Would leave and unfillable 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 it, up to your wrist;

Pull it out, and the hole that’s remaining

Is a measure of how you’ll 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 in this quaint example,

Is do just the best you can,

Be proud of yourself, but remember,

There’s no indispensable man.