Lotteries, anyone?

Joyous thy can be
With lots of money
Earned from a lottery
Happy for eternity
No more misery,
Nor any poverty
Illusion it is though
For you reap what you sow
The joy turns to sorrow
Money is earned, as you know
Work hard for your reward
Life will have another regard
The pleasure is thrice worth
Nothing can offer on Earth


[I was inspired to write this poem today when I read an article on MSNBC about lottery winners not being happy. The thing is earning your money gives more pleasure than getting it for free]

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