He realised he had made a mistake…

He realised he had made a mistake.
It wasn’t the first and it wouldn’t be the last.
He wished he was fluent, first class.
But he wasn’t.

He realised he had made a mistake for which he held himself accountable.
People admired him for his honesty but they slagged him off behind his back.

He realised he had made a mistake mistaking his wife for another woman.
His wife mistook his mistake as intention so she hit him with a cushion.

He realised he had made a mistake
putting sugar on his chips not salt.
He was at fault
but too embarrassed to say
he ate them anyway.

He realised he had made a mistake
in trying to overtake
Now his last decision
had turned into a collision
as off the windows he was scraped.

He realised he had made a mistake while filling his tank.
Now misery was embedded.
His happiness shredded.
A moment he’d always dreaded.
Should have been unleaded.

He realised he had made a mistake believeing himself to be
contageous
for when he reached the the stage, turning to
face us,
he immediately
disengaged us.

He realised he had made a mistake picking up the stone to throw into the water because it wasn’t actually a stone it was a DOG POO.

He realised he had made a mistake drinking that rum.
His stomach on a s t r e t c h e r.
He took it lying down until pockets of normality appeared early evening.