The Invalid Lottery Ticket
He kept it safe inside an old wooden drawer,
A little paper carrying a dream;
A thousand hopes he had whispered before,
A golden boat upon a distant stream.
He held it like a promise from the skies,
A doorway to a life he longed to see;
A future painted bright before his eyes,
A world where he could finally be free.
But time revealed what fate had always known —
The numbers faded, the ticket lost its claim;
A worthless piece of paper left alone,
Yet still it carried years of hope and flame.
Perhaps the ticket never held the prize;
Perhaps the treasure lived within his eyes.
For dreams are not always meant to be won,
Some simply teach us how to walk toward dawn.
And even an invalid piece of time
Can hold a lifetime's unfinished rhyme.
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