Prince Mueschken,
In Dostoyevky’s The Idiot,
Was so humble,
He never presumed to ask
For anything, even what
He desperately needed.
The poem, “Contentment”,
By Oliver Wendell Holmes,
Says, “Little I ask, my wants are few.”
Sometimes I’m that way.
I do and do for others,
And never think of myself.
I don’t think of my needs,
No matter how important.
This goes past humility
Into self-hatred, I think.
Into stupidity, such a shame.
Carry on Tuesday plus #113

