Bucket of Water

carrying a bucket of water
up a hill... careful not to spill.
whose life will i come
in contact with today?
and what kind of impact
will i make?

do i do enough?
or am i deluding myself?
do i really care?
or am i just going
through the motions?

when someone talks,
do i listen?
when i listen,
do i really hear?

when someone is hurting,
do i feel it?
or am i so hardened
and calloused from the battles,
that i dont really feel
much of anything?

when someone else needs,
do i take the time to really
be there?
or am i so blind
that i just walk by?

when this day is over,
will i really have lived
every moment?

hard questions you ask yourself...
carrying a bucket of water
up a hill...

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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