Self Reflection Poem by Suzawaka Phiri

The vision keeps getting
Smaller and smaller as
I keep getting older and
older. I can no longer
keep going from shoulder
to shoulder as that will
make my time shorter
and shorter. Long ago
time moved slower and
slower but now time
moves faster and faster
and our loved ones keep
getting fewer and fewer
while graves keep getting
fuller and fuller. Now that
I am no longer younger,
everything seems clearer
and clearer. All I need now
is a shoulder as I grow
older for when I grow very
old, I will not lean on my
own shoulder.