Desiderata was all over like white on rice when I was in college in the late '60s. I was even asked to read it at a friend's wedding. With that and a 12-string guitar, you were about as hip as hip could be. ;)<quoted text>
Wow, you guys brought out some guns last night. How did you come to know this piece if I may ask?
Thanks for posting.:-)
My mom's favorite poem the year she died was by John Donne. In part, "When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, for I have more." Neat little play on his name.