What Will Become of You

What will become of you Worries me.. she told me.. You need to get a job.. Earn money... she said.. She had had her job for 38 years. For 38 years they'd tried to kill her. They bought her youth, Her beauty, Her sleep, Her peace For some thousands.. They gave her early aging.. Swollen knees, Backache, Hair loss.. Blood pressure.. They did all they could to kill her.. Take her life from her.. The fun, the joy... They paid her So she could eat.. Gain a little more energy For them to feed upon.. They even made her believe That is how it was! That's all that there was.. The only way.. That was how it was supposed to be.. But they are gonna take it All back. With all the sickness There is gonna be a monstrous Hospital bills.. Her saving won't be enough.. She had her soul sold.. For what? I think they even took her mind And her sight.. But I know she'll gain back all her sense.. On her death bed.. But by then it'll be too late.. And it worries me... ©su_tshant