Sweepstakes (Shadow Acrostic) Poem by Dr John Celes

Some believe in making fast bucks
When luck sometimes smiles somehow,
Eventually turning rich transiently, ere
Every sign of fortune vanishes into a state
Predominantly of penury, losing the life-prop
Supporting the ‘climbers upward progress’,
That takes a terrible nosedive that
Accidentally drives one insane or is a
Knock that brings back to senses, as pluck
Ends and poverty does not abate,
Swerving the person back to the path of righteousness.