Against All Odds Poem by David McLansky

Against All Odds



I don’t waste my money on lottery tickets
The thought of winning more makes me feel sick;
For I found you when I had exhausted all my luck;
I couldn’t chance for more, not for even for a buck;
For in you I’ve won a fortune, a true jackpot,
The odds were so against me, I bothered not
To hope for your arrival and my rescue,
So reduced, I had given up all hope of ever finding you;
So that when, you turned that corner coming into view
I was convinced my life was done, my life was through
My soul depleted, I found you in my sorest need;
Hoping for more would be a sign of greed.

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