What will become of me I often ask?
I will grow old with eyes which I can’t use anymore
They’ve been exposed to so much radiation from computers and TV
Despite Lasik they’ll never be as they were before
I will have lungs which will be of no use to me
All the air I breathe now is polluted and filled with passive smoke.
I already have the lungs of an 80 year old woman.
All this will affect my respiratory system and give me an early stroke
Speaking of my heart,
the arteries will be blocked with cholesterol and fat
No thanks to all the junk I consume
I will probably not survive the first heart attack
Constant conversations on my cell will take its toll
My brain will be fried,
I will lose all my memories n myself.
But won’t admit it n ask for help coz of too much pride.
I won’t be able to walk straight anymore
Bad posture and night shifts will come back to haunt me
My spine will go for a toss
I will be dependent on a stick, no more free
My diet will consist of liquids
I’ll possess a stomach destroyed
years of chemical consumption will puncture it
Nothing can be done then, I’ll be sad, helpless & annoyed
I will have hands which won't grasp anything.
Arthritis and brittle bones will work their magic
Always using my hands to type or write,
Without their use, life will become quite tragic
I will age ungracefully
My looks will get affected
All the usage of unnatural products
I chose to ignore advice despite knowing what I suspected
Would life find me forgiving?
Is it stupidity to know yet do nothing about it?
Was this life worth living?
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