A fool upon the river,

A cynic on the shore,

Each soul a gentle whisper,

A question long implored.

The fool desired meaning,

It happened on one stormy night,

The sky ripped at the seam,

I sought escape from dreary rain,

To sleep, perhaps to dream.

Once upon a midnight stroll

I chanced to meet a man,

I found his wit quite venerable,

And his company quite droll.

Along a ragged path we strode,

1. If it’s not on the menu then they don’t have it, so don’t ask for it.

2. If something is on the menu, and they don’t have it, order something else. Sometimes they run out of stuff.

I am but a single leaf,

Born upon a tree,

Then borne away by bitter winds,

And swept up through the eaves.

Who am I to fear the wind,