For Free? Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Finalists’ notification it was stamped
It sure was a mystery to me how it came to be
Entered in the draw when my wheel, was clamped?
Is it fate calling out to me?
Reading down there is a catch
Sign up on the dotted line
If three numbers that are covered match
Your numbers will go into the draw this time
Then you are down to that unseen draw
Along with how many thousands more
Deflated hopes dashed and gone
Shredding this darn letter to oblivion
Now the moral is as you can see
Nothing in this life, comes for free