The Lotto

It's a crap shoot,
a lucky draw,
the right time,
the right place,
the perfect throw,
the right words.

A sunny day,
a twinkle in her eye,
a subtle smile
tickling the corners
of her lips.

To see it is to
win.
To miss it is to
lose.

You never know
when you'll see
it.
Or know why.

It's all chance,
it's luck.

Making that
luck is the real
tricky part. But
I keep playing,
hoping my
numbers will come
up, my horse
will come in.