Winds of fortune Forty years this man worked Always pushing to the limit Slaving to the grind daily For his job he was committed He was at his wits end recently Living expenses had increased His paycheque stayed the same To say the least he was displeased One day after a long day at work He stopped to get some gas quick The cashier handed him his change He said one lotto ticket he picked His hope had faded slowly away Not in a million tries would he win But soon he began scratching it And after the last scratch he grinned His smile stretched from ear to ear A boisterous woo-hoo hoo came out His card was the winner of a million He laughed and cried and he did shout His worries are all gone now from him His truck , house, loan , debts are paid His daughter can attend a good college All because of a lottery ticket he played ©Schizology Winds of fortune #Winds #Fortune #poem✍🧡🧡💛
