A Poem II

                    THE GURU

         I climbed the hill
         To see the Guru
         And find what life's about.

         As I peaked the top
         And looked about
         A note said he was out.

         Since I'd climbed all day
         And was there anyway
         I thought to think a bit.

         I'd heard life's a river,
         But the question remained
         To swim or walk beside it.

         As I thought, I think
         I heard me say,
         Perhaps it a combination.

         The portion still puzzled
         So I searched my brain
         Hoping for some resolution.

         There must be some magic
         On top of this hill
         For I think I've the solution.

         You remember the pot
         Just under your bed,
         The one for the night's polution?

         When life is full
         Of deposits same,
         And it drives you out of bed.

         Dump it, dear fellow,
         Crap in the woods,
         And plant a flower instead.

          by Richard Herren