The Scratch Card

by Bibby Dickie

Discarded. Rubbish.
Ye held such hope.
A pound. A new life. A wider scope.

The coin it scratches sure but slow
Heartbeat (two matched) does faster go.
A third match means a brand new life.
No more worries toil or strife.
And bargainin inside yer head
One half ye'll gie away instead
o keepin it all tae spend yersel.
If only God could cast a spell....

But hope is lost.
The dreams are dashed.
And another week til yer giro's cashed.

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Sep 13, 2010
if only.....
by: meg - ayrshire

if only poetry had been this good at school i might have actually learned something. off to buy one of those lottery tickets who knows maybe this time...!

Sep 13, 2010
Great stuff
by: James

I didn't write this, but I wish I had.
Good, simple, real, fun!

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