A Tale of Two Buckets

There was a woman who lived on a farm.

In a small village, close to a river.

To maintain her garden's colorful charm

She had to make sure it's not going to wither.

Each morning she shouldered a pole

With two buckets - one at each side.

Then she would go for her everyday stroll

To the river - deep, crystal and wide.

One of the pails was having a crack

That kept growing bigger and broader.

Every next day when she came back

There was less water, less weight on her shoulders.

The bucket got sad and one day it said:

- You see that I'm useless, why bother?

The woman smiled and quietly led

It to the path: Because there's no other

Like you. You may have your tiny flaws,

But it's them that make you special.

See those flowers on the right? The rose

In full bloom? If I had another vessel

It wouldn't reach half of that splendor.

And if it wasn't for you I would surrender.

Due to your crack every time I pass by

I am giving these flowers their daily water supply.

If their voices could be heard, be sure,

We would witness some exquisite songs.

Odes of praise would accompany our tours

Make our journey nice and long.

It's the view of them that melts my heart,

Cheers my spirit, brings a smile.

So, you should be proud, as a start,

Of creating something so worthwhile.

Don't ever think you're useless,

Because, as it may seem,

The thing you ponder flaw

May be another person's dream.