My Worst Failure

Failure is what I am called Since the time I can recall Born on the 7th Which is generally a jinx I grew up being called a minx My mother died when I was two And people said with it I had something to do I became an object to tease It took my inner peace Wherever I went I would cause hindrance So I started believing in my unluckiness I grew up to be a freak And people would call it a family streak I could never complete my studies Like the rest of my street buddies The street urchin became my love But she thought of me as a pet dove `Marry me’ I said one day to her And she called me a failure And here I am standing today About to bid everyone good day For today is the day of my execution Maybe this would complete the calculation