Neglected Fortune
Garbled and unclean,
swathed in grime,
with paper surface shredding to hide,
I carelessly threw the paper,
purchased for a little money,
around,
it had the marks,
as should be on a lottery ticket,
I thought it would just like others,
and would eat my fortune rather than add to it,
I though kept numbers in mind,
the day I heard it being announced,
my eyes were lit,
I harried for it,
nowhere it could be found,
even miles from where,
I had last abandoned it,
to this day,
the money remains unclaimed,
I know It is still lying in a corner,
suffering my neglect.
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