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I met a man I had known years before,

A happy, bright and active figure of joy.

"Where have you been my friend?" I asked,

"It has been hurdles and chasms since we last passed."

He scratched his head and gave a radiant grin,

"Well," he said "where should I begin?

Perhaps the stories of the fatuous breast,

The crawling snakes, the warm gaol best left."

And he then sat down and scribed a note,

This is what he left me the silly ol' goat:



If a man may walk forty years on a gentle slope,

Whilst the mountaineers are ascending with the use of ropes,

And the world still passes on in its hurry at times,

With each adventure we look on with our guide.

And at the mountain's peak we may take the view with awe,

To the heaven's heights and the valley floor.

But each conqueror of their summit must in health admit,

It was the guide inside that wouldn't let them quit.

I might ramble on now of what you're expected to do,

But the real key to your wisdom is the person they call "you".



(c) R.H.Elliott 2004