Buddhe Baba

There was a wise man once I was told
The visage of his suggested he was old
This old man had vowed celibacy
He lived in wilderness amidst jungle and trees
With rigorous meditation he became a priest
Was revered by all, human and beast
He dedicated all his life in search of immortality
For discovering the elixir of life he made a brewery
After thousands of recipes success he had none
And one day he decided that this is the last one
With trembling hands he put the potion in his mouth
The heavenly taste made him scream and shout
All these years of failure in vain had not gone
He named the potion after himself, he named it Old Monk