the gathering declares
with great sagacity
how one’s strength decreases
with age:
One is stronger when young;
Weaker when one is old
I disagree, says Nasrudin
I’m just as strong old
as when I was young
How so? asks the gathering
Explain yourself!
Well, I cannot lift
the rock in my garden -
just the same as when I was young!
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