He was a poor man willing to put his last dollar on the counter to buy himself a lottery ticket
thinking this might be it a little piece of paper that will finally bring him luck filling his life full with riches and dreams
in the morning, when he awoke touching the ticket inside his pocket he found a morning paper to read the winning numbers aloud, and nothing matched
feeling sorry for himself until when as he walked down the street, dejected, he came across another dollar bill to spend, he thought to himself, this is luck how can it not be, the next ticket will be a winner for sure