A Dollar and a Dream

by Thomas K. Hunt

I cracked the window
just enough to let wrong numbers
escape to the outside breeze.
They flew like butterflies
Then disappear into the roadside rough
Superfluous numbers
Randomly wrong

A wish, so easily obtained
Fairytales come to mind
A pot of gold
One in a million
Not here

Taunting opportunities
Equal to the stars
Just as easily reached
Granted by the testimonies
Eludes my single note
Teases me with the dream

Taken chances
Though better left alone
Mistakenly made one the wiser
Learned from just one by the majority
For a chosen few one is never enough
They take without asking
There are times
When the bad die young

Chance chosen
Chosen chance
Teeters on the balance
Waiting to show its worth
To shine with the stars
Yet leave humble
This deserving soul
Just one time
Give me six


Posted on 05/25/2004
Copyright © 2021 Thomas K. Hunt

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