License To Dream
A lottery ticket is a license.
A license to dream.
Just a small piece of paper
spit out by a machine.
Maybe at the 7 Eleven
or a Currency Exchange.
A driver’s license offers freedom.
A hunter’s lets you kill.
The lottery ticket offers real escape
if just for a little while.
“I can quit this painful job.”
“Pay off my bills.”
“Get a kickin' mansion.”
“Leave a little in my will.”
This is an actual possibility
if just for a while.
A small dose of brain candy.
Until this license expires.
Then the day comes
when the numbers are drawn
and you look to see
what you already knew,
you didn’t match one.
But you know that’s okay.
you’re probably better off
anyway.
A hundred pennies for another ticket.
And dream another day.
Copyright © James Graham | Year Posted 2010
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