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The weather was the worst kind, with a wind, rain, slush, and cold, all a good reason to stay back.  I came upon a poem of the past.  Here it is:

 IN THE COURSE OF A DAY

the morning

I heard a pandit speaking, highlighting dying

Then received a call of a sick man in bed lying

How many days in life can we actually count?

How much karma can one person mount

Before he moves on to the greener field

After the gloom-ridden body can be finally peeled?

 by afternoon

I was taken to an event to speak about food

And the need to prepare it in a proper mood

In that mode of being sensitive within

Curbing a violence and reducing the sin

And showing thanks to the One who’s given

So consciousness will be devotionally driven

 by evening

 I took a young chap down Philosopher’s Walk

A trail that consequently leads to no dock

For to philosophize one comes to no end

Unless you connect within, The Dynamic Friend

The One who teaches the way of love

Of service, being meek, and looking above