This poem was included in the original 1915 edition.
No other man, unless it was Doc Hill, Did more for people in this town than l. And all the weak, the halt, the improvident And those who could not pay flocked to me. I was good-hearted, easy Doctor Meyers. I was healthy, happy, in comfortable fortune, Blest with a congenial mate, my children raised, All wedded, doing well in the world. And then one night, Minerva, the poetess, Came to me in her trouble, crying. I tried to help her out--she died-- They indicted me, the newspapers disgraced me, My wife perished of a broken heart. And pneumonia finished me.
, 9 months ago
And still some want to repeal Roe vs. Wade.
, 8 months ago
This poem is a great display of human nature. In that, when a person does good deeds, and is benevolent, it is never as recognized as when people make mistakes or cause harm.
, 8 months ago
I find it rather ironic that Doctor Meyers loses his career and his wife because he is trying to help Minerva Jones. I feel that this shows that often times we don't get what we necessarily deserve. Some people who do great things (like Doctor Meyers) get screwed, and often people who do bad things end up ok. The epitaph is an example of life's unfairness, and teaches us to be accepting of rough patches in your life, because they may eventually turn around.
, 6 months ago
I guess the important thing to remember is that doing good is not about what everyone else says.
, 5 months ago
This guy is really self absorbed isn't he.
Rickie McKee , about 1 year ago
this is a good show of how we have ups and downs in life