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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Carried Water</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have carried water in buckets for many, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a bucket that leaked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have caught tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before they fell to dead ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've held hands, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">cut my own hand reaching out; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">felled those who would harm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and saved many who knew nothing of me; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">helped the foolish, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">shielded the innocents</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and never gave on that it was me, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or even that I cared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are, too, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a few I have buried</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the dark ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">turned away and carried on-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because of the needs of living-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who all looked at me-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">soon as the first dirt fell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the casket lid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I may never die, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that would be letting too many others down; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I couldn't do that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My silent face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">does not reveal all this</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and this is as it should be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't step up to demand credit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is not like me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I stand at store counters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">count my change and my memories</div><div style="margin:10px 0">knowing full well that while some know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">most don't and never will</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nor could they</div><div style="margin:10px 0">understand the silent gnawing sacrifice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that much of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is for many of us: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">wives, husbands, grandfathers and grand mothers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yellow photos on the fireplace mantel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yester years' phantoms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who built the very ground the young ones walk on</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and yet they don't know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I am not the one to tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because all my auidences, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the ones who might appreciate, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">have all gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So lonely is the peaceful silence I allow my self</div><div style="margin:10px 0">knowing that gratitude in the later years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">means you had to have been there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and most now were not there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so it is unreasonable to expect they'd understand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">those long agos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when I was young</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and, of course, knew everything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To them I sit in the rocking chair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a fixture on the porch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">symbol of a long ago</div><div style="margin:10px 0">still here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but soon to be gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no, that is not the way it really is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am their own yesterday</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which I spent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">making sure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they would have a tomorrow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and a silent witness to their Now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which even if unacknowledged</div><div style="margin:10px 0">makes me proud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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a bucket that leaked.

 

I have caught tears

before they fell to dead ground.

I've held hands, 

cut my own hand reaching out; 

felled those who would harm

and saved many who knew nothing of me; 

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