Where is my pot of gold?

My lottery win.

When does my luck strike,

Tickets worth a million?

No chance.

But I will chase the dream

Gamble with my life

End the day so low,

No more shining light.

Colours glitter in the sky,

Shimmer in the night,

Then my life is thrown away,

Gold dissolved by rain.

OK that’s not very cheerful but I tried. I guess I should be talking about the colours but the lottery winning numbers were on TV… .

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