Saddest life

When I was a kid,
There are so many sad moments,
When my parents won't give me candies
When my toys were broken
When my siblings gets more attention
When little animals got hurt
It was simple and little things
That appears bigger than life.

When I am a teenager
My sadden moments change,
I failed my exam,
My grades sucks,
I don't have the trendiest items,
My crush loves another
I am not the most popular in school
Oh, the dreaded pimples
By then, what saddens me before
Are just mundane and childish.

When I am an adult
A part of the working community
Grievances and sadness change again
Where should I work?
My pay can't keep up with expenses
Work politics sucks
I can't afford a car and house
I am swamped with credit card bills
Where is my true love
By then, majority of my golden days are almost gone
But I don't have much to show

When I am at my later years,
What saddens me is my stupidity,
I spent too much time worrying about material things
I lost people I cared for
I lost my ability to trust
I can't tell and recognise sincerity
Most importantly,
I lost my faith and myself.

So, to you all out there,
Slow down and take a breather
Look around you,
Don't lose the people important to you
Things we want will always be there
Family and friends will not
Regrets are for fools
Hope you are not one...

Reviews

[Donna]

Wow! I love that! This is one of the best poems I have read on here! Great job!

[Stone]

Thank you. It is always nice to know someone appreciates your effort.

[angel]

No regrets here, my dear...I never let stuff bother me, and never have. I am old and in a wheelchair (one leg missing)
Had disappointments, but so does everyone. There's always someone who has it worse.
Never cared about the school popularity contest; I had several good friends, what more did I need?
The pimples passed me by, though my brother got a facefull.
My work--I had so many jobs, I cannot count them...janitor, store clerk, truck driver, delivery girl,waitress, cashier, preschool teacher, interim minister, singer, musician, and through it all, behind the scenes; writer. I've written so many magazine articles about so many subjects, and two novels, which were never published except for on this site and a few others...I am a very good writer, but not many people know it. Don't care about making money and never did. Enough for my daily needs, that's all I require, just as Jesus recommended (give us this day our daily bread; you know the rest). I only care about being READ, not about getting paid for it, not really.
I found fulfillment in every job, even the janitor jobs. They are needed, after all!
No credit cards, so no bills. No car; I ride the bus.
But I'm happy, and even through a major heartbreak, I realize it was no one's fault.
I treasure the memories, and I am glad of all of it.
I have lost loved ones, but that's inevitable, and I believe I'll see them again.
I wouldn't change a thing.

[Stone]

I remember what my seventh grade science teacher once said to the class.." when you think you are too tired to go on because nothing seems to work....think of the universe. It is so massive, your troubles are nothing, you are no bigger than a speck of dust. Then, nothing is unsurmountable."
I try to see things this way, but at times, anger and disappointment do rear its ugly head.
But, anyhow, thank you for sharing your life story.