Timeless Friends
A Follower of Pythagoras
and the theory of transmigration
wish to prove to his friend
the fact of reincarnation.
Although the man presented
how life to life was sewn
his trusted old companion
wished he’d just go home.
Yet, he persisted
“I can prove
that you have lived before,
You were a miller that I knew
from the town next door.”
Feeling injured
the old friend agreed
with his patience all a scoure
“I was the Miller
and you were the ass
that carried my mill flour.”
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