At night with giant ticket heaps
The pauper sleeps.
He dreams of wealth that’s surely near
without the fear
that he might lose. He’ll soon buy things
that cash can bring
And while awake, he hums and sings
“The lotto numbers will be mine!”
But would a win be quite so fine?
The pauper sleeps without the fear that money brings
With the recent Powerball lottery in the USA, millions of people dreamed of becoming billionaires over night. I have wondered, though, about the stress that such a windfall might bring. I’m sure that if I were the winner (and I had no chance, because I never buy lottery tickets), I’m sure I’d spend the rest of my life constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering when one of my kids would be kidnapped for ransom, or who is trying to con me. I suspect that there is a certain type of security that is rarely felt by the extremely rich.