Failure

I look around me

& everything I see

Is a direct result

Of my own failure.

 

Poverty

And piles of papers…

Wishful thoughts

Of a better job,

And a better man,

For that matter!

 

The fact that I

Agreed to have children…

 

“I might as well,”

I thought,

“My job prospects aren’t getting any better.”

 

If I had been an executive

Somewhere,

I may have never had kids.

 

But since I cannot

Do any better,

I might as well

Just pop them out.

 

My life sucks in so many ways…

 

And my emotions sometimes

Get the better of me.

 

Copyright 2012 By Tabatha Seven