Turning Over A New Leaf Was Never Easy Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

The page turns then you realize,
it long turned.

It is made from the old papyrus.
It is heavier carried in your mind.

It is like opening a door made of lead,
or rolling the rock off the door of a tomb.

You have heard the previous page read,
and spelled out.

You could not be reading ahead, the
words tell you so.

Futures are yesterday's reborn. Read
today they ask you one question.

Why are you still standing here? Were
you not called forth?

Where is forth for I still am here the same?
To turn a new leaf ask yesterday.

It will tell you that you stand in it,
with it, and for it.

Please turn the page. The reading goes on.
We hope you will still go on.

Being yesterday's essay was never easy,
for the day is coming to its end without you.