At 50

I am five, I want all the pears and pies, Pops, sweets and fries; I really think this life. I am ten, I have learnt how to hold my pen, Learnt what it means to tame My throat for neighbour’s food. I am thirteen, I am now a teen, I decide whether to be fat or thin, I consume just anything. I am eighteen, Adulthood is minds thing, I want the world and friends But I discover my mirror, Mirror tells me am adding weight But I say its fate, it’s not too late. I am twenty, I am now a man Employed, working But I’m slow as a slug Though not as a snail. I am thirty-five, Now I’ve known the reality of life But am now addicted to pears and pies, Pops, sweets and fries Though I know this isn’t life. I am forty-five, I remember when I was ten But my hands can’t grip my pen; I walk to my mirror, Mirror tells me am obese Now I say it pains, it’s too late. I am forty-nine, Celebrating my birthday In the clinic and hospital But this time memories Of gains will be letting go With my life; My riches will soon depart, I am fat, Obese and my health Destroyed by food, Pops, sweets and fries In my fifty’s. I am fifty But this time Death is knocking at my door Telling me he is here so early Because I was blinded To my health all this years!!