The Lottery Called Time

The Lottery called Time —
Each Ticket bears a Name —
We draw by Breathing — one by one —
And none may cry — Unfair!

The Wheel is turned by Silence —
The Hand we never see —
It grants a Dawn — denies a Noon —
With equal Courtesy —

Some win a Moment’s Radiance —
A brief — bewildering — Prize —
Some hold but Ashes — warm from Hope —
And some — the Long Good-byes —

The Numbers fall like Petals —
From Calendars — undone —
A Life — may hinge upon a Beat —
Or miss — by less than One —

Yet still we stake our Heart — entire —
Against the Odds — unknown —
For Faith itself is Chance — refined —
And Love — the Wager thrown —

If I should lose — I keep the Draw —
For Living — was the Fee —
And even Loss — declares — at last —
I played — Eternity —
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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December 29, 2025 at 5:51 PM
Mmmm a thoughtful poem. Those lottery people selling it sure make money though, lol.
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