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!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Downing  Avatar
May 3, 2017 at 11:30 AM
This is a fabulous tale. I enjoyed it a lot :)
Dupins Avatar
April 20, 2017 at 1:29 PM
This poem will definitely be going under my fav list. What a great debut to poetry soup! 7+ Welcome!
Etopobong Avatar
April 20, 2017 at 8:33 PM
thank you PoetPrentice Dupins. am grateful.
White Avatar
April 20, 2017 at 3:57 AM
I am not sure if you are telling your life story here, but if not, you are telling a very strong tale here. But if it IS about you, you have written a wonderful poem, and welcome to PoetrySoup :)
Etopobong Avatar
April 20, 2017 at 8:34 PM
Hahaha. Thank you Darren White. Thanks a lot.
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