ON GRATITUDE
I wasn’t working and she was
two days from a paycheck
so we were down, broke,
not even enough for a quart
of beer or a can of beans.
I’d gone thru all my old coats,
pants pockets, even under the bed,
and couldn’t turn up a dime. Then
for some reason, I reached between
the couch cushions and felt
something, not money,
but something:
A lottery ticket, a $10 winner!
For a moment I almost believed
in God, but figured I’d rather believe
in a can of beans, two quarts
of beer, and a pack of smokes
instead.
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