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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