Post-Graduate

Every moment, I am more aware
of a sense of impending finality;
time is running out,
and the meat and the milk
will go bad if they are not eaten.
My peers are out of sight,
and even children surpass me,
while I stand here,
incapable of motion upwards or forwards.
I am neither climbing
nor expanding in breadth--
I may as well be in an upright grave.
I do not generate wealth enough
to finance my own existence.