Lottery Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lottery

Too many, even I in a way, are aware of the math
Our chance of winning a lottery.

But you are realists, logical, technical, I too, was.
I have changed, I am not.

You save the ten dollars every week, food money
I pay for two tickets to have fun.

With the hope of a win, which I know won’t exist
I write books and publish, NGO establish.

I have fun till I go to the man, or woman, or machine
There won’t be any ring.

Old papers go and dies.
By paying anew I will buy.