The Draw

Everyone wins a free ticket. There's always another draw. Some will be drawn to the next wicket, with those who have plenty to craw. All of them saying the draws fixed. Still; they stay in for the hope. None of them knowing just who's nixed that everyone's feeling the dope. One lucky winner to finally come. Millions awaiting his luck. Some saying God must have given him some. The others too jealous to cluck.

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Emile Pinet

Date: 12/11/2015 2:24:00 PM

Nicely put, well written with poetic flare. Nice flow of words attracting the reader with their colloquial simplicity. Emile.

Trevor Mcleod
Date: 12/11/2015 2:37:00 PM

Thanks Emile. I wasn't too happy with my lagging rhyme but time makes for better poetry. LOL Thanks again. Trevor

Mark Woods

Date: 12/11/2015 12:08:00 PM

Apparently their's a better chance of being run over by a bus in the middle of the ocean than winning a lottery. Or maybe that's just jealousy talking. Good poem

Trevor Mcleod
Date: 12/11/2015 1:58:00 PM

Thanks Mark. I see that now the draws are really large and the jackpot doesn't get won for 2 or 3 times. Where's that bus. LOL