The Old Man's Song

Nothing like a rainy day to clean up a couple of years of detritus. Came across a scrap of paper on which i'd scribbled this poem a decade or more ago. I laughed even harder this time. It's from the book Songs are Thoughts: Poems of the Inuit.

I have grown old
I have lived much
Many things I understand
But four riddles I cannot solve

The sun's origin
The moon's nature
The minds of women
And why people have so many lice