Homework for my Readers - For once, then Something!

I am giving homework to my readers. If you have not read the below poem, then please read it and look for the analysis of this poem. 

This poem is related to my childhood. I still remember my father gave me the same homework years back. I was facing a situation in life where it was difficult to essay the truth and that was the time, when my father asked me to read and find the analysis of this poem.  

He asked me to do it myself so that I can learn the hidden meaning of the poem as when you work on something independently, you will never forget it! 

I follow the same rule with my readers. When you get time, please look for the analysis of this poem. It has a great deep meaning that is related to our lives and I am sure it will show path to many who are confused or lost due to their respective problemsJ 

For Once, Then, Something – Robert Frost

Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs

Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.

I always tell one thing whatever you do, do it for the person you see into the mirror. That is not only your reflection but your true innerself. If you are proud to see yourself, then you have won the battle of life!

JJJ.......Cheerio knelt at well-curbs

Always wrong to the light, so never seeing

Deeper down in the well than where the water

Gives me back in a shining surface picture

Me myself in the summer heaven godlike

Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.

Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,

I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,

Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,

Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.

Water came to rebuke the too clear water.

One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple

Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,

Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?

Truth? A pebble