(c) 2018 Edward York
I grabbed a pocket full of money,
And went to stand in line.
It was intended to be rent money,
But I knew that I'd be fine.
I'd tried birthdays and anniversaries,
For my numbers in the past,
Now I let the computer do my picking,
Because I knew that it would be fast.
The lady behind the counter,
Gave me a ticket and took my cash.
I put it in my wallet,
And added it to my stash.
I waited for the drawing,
My heart was beating fast.
I went through every number,
Until the very last.
My hopes started to diminish,
About three numbers in.
I had to cancel my retirement,
When I found I didn't win.
So I am back to reality,
Again with financial woe.
So now I woke up early,
And back to work I go.
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lasergraph (
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Comments3
A fine write laser.
Just a bit of fun
I sometimes wonder how winning the lottery would affect my life. I'd probably become a drunk and be dead in a year!
I have seen it turn out bad. Money changes people and usually not in a good way.
Before I retired I was in a lottery syndicate for about twenty years. There were about fifteen of us and we had lottery tickets every week. The most we won was £100.00.
We did that where I worked for a while. There was about 8 of us and we lost more than we won but it was a fun group thing and it didn't cost much since we all chipped in.
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