As the water ripples, originally uploaded by Flowers4zoe
Photo taken by Sean Montreal
Canberra, Australia
Photo taken by Sean Montreal
Canberra, Australia
The young man spoke to the elder one,
"I'm just not important," he said.
I haven't accomplished a notable deed,
To be remembered for after I'm dead.
The old man took pebbles of varying size,
And one-by-one tossed in the pond.
Each pebble created a splash as it hit,
And the ripples spread far and beyond.
Individual pebbles from smallest to large,
Create their own ripples to send.
As each capability dictates,
Then finally, each ripple will end.
Some ripples last longer than others,
But finally all disappear.
Leaving the pond surface tranquil,
Just quiet, peaceful and clear."
"The pebbles are likened to people," he said,
And the water a symbol for earth,
The ripple is each person's presence in life.
It measures not value nor worth.
The size matters not of the ripple we make,
In time all are gone from the view.
Of all of the ripples that formed in the pond,
Don't forget there was one caused by you.
In the final analysis, your impact on life,
Be the magnitude greater or small.
In the memory of someone you always will be,
No one is remembered by all.
The Ripples don't have to be large
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