There’s a lottery that we hope to win big so that fortune would come our way.
There’s another that some would say is rather unfortunate.
A mother holds her baby. Both share faces of joy and brightness to the rest of the world;
We don’t know which one will be taken tomorrow leaving the other in sorrow.
He leaves the house thinking he’s going for a bike ride to feel the freedom of the wind on his face;
He ends up finding freedom from his body leaving his soul to wander.
Cars are a joyride until you’re in front of one being used to stop the momentum.
A football player is at the ripe old age of senior year. It’s homecoming game and this is his last chance to impress his girlfriend before going away to college this fall;
He falls on the ground after touchdown never to score another goal of any sort.
The next day, a freshman has his last putdown and comes to school with a rifle to bring others down with him.
–Now it’s starting to happen before they even have their very first graduation.
A newborn baby leaves the womb and never takes his first breath, yet we’re left to hold what’s left behind.
We wonder why they are the ones to win the lottery.