Poem 3
Friday, September 10, 2010 ‚óè 9:52 AM
Story based on the story "lottery"
even if i work as a domestic helper,
the household owner could see it.
She once asked me how much i had spend on Four-digits and Chap-Ji-Kee,
she was a police questioning a thief.
The look was as scary as a ghost.
I would always spend my money on lottery,
hopping that I would strike lottery some day.
I always have the temptation to buy lottery,
the numbers persuaded me into buying it.
My live depended on the gambling table,
the newspaper column announcing the results of races and draws.
I would even go to the extent where i would take numbers from cats and babies.
I will not let go of any chance.
Knowing that i am nowhere near my fulfillment,
I pray for help from my late husband, thinking that he will give me a sign.
I decided to visit my mother, but in the end,
i walked out weeping, hurt from her harsh words.
It is my life.
It has become an addiction to me.