(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.

  • Author: lasergraph (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2018 09:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write laser.

    • lasergraph

      Just a bit of fun

    • w c

      I sometimes wonder how winning the lottery would affect my life. I'd probably become a drunk and be dead in a year!

      • lasergraph

        I have seen it turn out bad. Money changes people and usually not in a good way.

      • Goldfinch60

        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.

        • lasergraph

          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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