In Emily Dickinson's little poem, V, this short and sweet four-line summary of the bee's life tells all. "The pedigree of honey / Does not concern the bee;" It is interesting how at times we let the simplest things complicate our lives. In this instance, Emily is telling us the bee does not put merit or measure to the nectar it collects. "A clover, any time, to him / Is aristocracy." If aristocracy is a high-ranking form, then the bee thinks highly of all it has. Be happy with what you have. It may be more than others have. Again, this reminds me of a song....Collin Raye's "Harder Cards." This is the refrain:
Don't you sit and judge me
From some high and mighty seat;
Don't you shrug it off until you've walked
A mile in my bare feet.
For there are people that you
Pass by everyday
With harder cards than yours
In life to play.