Hope

is a lottery ticket.

Chances slim, odds even

more unlikely, yet we pay.

We play, 

we hope, like last week or

the week before.

Tomorrow, again, 

is yet another chance;

a ticket purchased

speculative happenstance.

Always aiming for a win,

we gamble with our time

like it is a sin.

Dollars spent

defy common sense, as

we try again, and have

many years hence.

You cannot 

predict when your 

numbers are up, 

guesswork or repetition 

not nearly enough.

Still, we think, 

in time, luck will step in,

but it is only the hope 

that lives within.

 

 

06/11/2024                                                                            j.g.l.