The Pound that won The Lottery
Was minted in Japan.
Went out through Nova Scotia
As if travel was the plan.
The prize in armoured robbery
While stationed in New York
Given to trusted look out
In part-payment not to talk.
Half the fare of taxi ride, while
Rushing to catch a flight.
Spent a month in drinks machine
Till emptied one August night.
Counted till in columns (leaning)
Then dispersed hither to.
Portion of a vender’s wage.
Who then took it to a zoo.
There traded in for monkey nuts
And given back as change,
Someone buying squirrel mask
Who had trouble seeing range.
He dropped it in his piggy bank
And there it stayed a year.
He bought his dad a present
A home making kit for beer.
From there we’re bought some flowers pink
To decorate a shop.
And that’s where winning person
(Quite unscheduled) with his mop,
Rescued it from corners unclean
And flipped it in the air.
Heads decided what to do,
With pound coin now classed as spare.
Fleeting time – so quick it happened
Riches – from lottery.
How one became ten million
Lost again within a sea.
The value of a single coin
More worthy on its own.
Though duplicate in numbers
With each multiple less known.
‘Pervading spirits, ’ some may say,
‘Affect the where they go’.
Soon they pass beyond our grasp
As all advertisers know.
Cast around on whims and fancies
Un-merry-go of rounds.
Less stress with less – All victims
Of wanting – sweating for pounds.
The pound that won the lottery
When minted in Japan,
Would – of its own cry ‘Freedom! ’
But its service is to man.
You may detect a sighed relief
Between the outstretched hand
That movement in transaction -
Resigned. - Travel is what's planned.
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