The Pound That Won The Lottery Poem by Catherine Casey

The Pound that won The Lottery

Was minted in Japan.

Went out through Nova Scotia

As if travel was the plan.



The prize in armoured robbery

While stationed in New York

Given to trusted look out

In part-payment not to talk.





Half the fare of taxi ride, while

Rushing to catch a flight.

Spent a month in drinks machine

Till emptied one August night.



Counted till in columns (leaning)

Then dispersed hither to.

Portion of a vender’s wage.

Who then took it to a zoo.



There traded in for monkey nuts

And given back as change,

Someone buying squirrel mask

Who had trouble seeing range.



He dropped it in his piggy bank

And there it stayed a year.

He bought his dad a present

A home making kit for beer.



From there we’re bought some flowers pink

To decorate a shop.

And that’s where winning person

(Quite unscheduled) with his mop,



Rescued it from corners unclean

And flipped it in the air.

Heads decided what to do,

With pound coin now classed as spare.



Fleeting time – so quick it happened

Riches – from lottery.

How one became ten million

Lost again within a sea.



The value of a single coin

More worthy on its own.

Though duplicate in numbers

With each multiple less known.



‘Pervading spirits, ’ some may say,

‘Affect the where they go’.

Soon they pass beyond our grasp

As all advertisers know.



Cast around on whims and fancies

Un-merry-go of rounds.

Less stress with less – All victims

Of wanting – sweating for pounds.



The pound that won the lottery

When minted in Japan,

Would – of its own cry ‘Freedom! ’

But its service is to man.



You may detect a sighed relief

Between the outstretched hand

That movement in transaction -

Resigned. - Travel is what's planned.