Mistakes (with extreme poetic licence)

I look back and see mistakes
One piled on top of another
How do I pick the worst
So many seek my attention

The car I bought, shiny bright
Was the worst of all the lemons
Hardly a day did go past
When things just weren’t happening

With women I had no luck
I married all the wrong ones
Behind my back they played around
Then they took me for my money

The quaint little house that I bought
I thought my home to retire
Came home late one night
My ex had taken possession

The jobs I had I tried so hard
To do more than I had to
When things got slow, sacking time
To the front of the line they’d push me

Even when I was a young child
The middle of six children
No-one wanted to spend time with me
Even my parents ignored me

So how do I pick my worst mistake
With so many screaming at me
It seems the mistake that’s worst of all
I was born and no-one knew it
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
I have taken extreme poetic licence to the nt degree ... this is not an actual life ... at least none I am aware of

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