Aged Monkey
Care for me when old I become,
Tend for
me when my bones weaken,
For I
have toiled the earth all my life for you.
I'm an
aged Monkey now;
Whose
survival begs on you,
So be
mine sight, now that my eyes slacken,
Walk for
me, now that logs my legs I've become.
Gerry Sikazwe
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