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Mar 2011
Despair is never far from the minds of many
in a society that revolves around money.
Nobody is immune from feeling deeply low
when nothing can brighten your day.
Desperation drives more of us to gamble
hoping for that win onward we ramble.

Competitions and the lottery we play
spending our few resources on hope.
There are those they say the lucky ones
who do win but some can't cope.
Pressures abound as costs keep rising
more end their lives it's not surprising.

When you hear of another big winner
it's hard not to envy their fortune.
knowing how many entries you made
despair is often overwhelming.
But it's a vicious cycle a hollow dream
as people pursue to the extreme.

Spending their lives in perpetual torment
trying to win the big money.
Which becomes an obsession in their family.
in which nothing else matters.
And misery is all that they remember
to each and every family member.

Wealth surely goes beyond material gain
despair has no boundaries of pain!

The Foureyed Poet.
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