Annie’s Fortune

Once upon a time, an old lady in her top floor bedsit
struggled to make ends meet.
She was waiting for doctors to mend her hip
rip the veils from her eyes.
Life was hard but to her, sweet.

One day she hobbled to the shops to buy a bottle of milk,
a loaf of bread and a small piece of fish for her tea.
She puzzled to see all the luxury foods
how could those folk afford them?
To liven up the the boredom of a same old, same old meal
she splurged and bought a ticket for the lottery – her first ever.

Wonder upon wonder, that chance-come ticket won,
millions, and it only cost a pound.
Now, she thought, I can do some good –
help that young mum with her bill,
pay for a trip to the seaside for young Mary
who’s been so ill.

She thought nothing of herself at all.
Little by little her life was changed.
She made real friends, not scroungers,
who saw her hard life and transformed it
by prodding the doctors to mend her hip,
and clear her eyes,
helped her banish loneliness, gain her freedom;
freedom to travel about the world
helping those who needed her
instead of being the needier one,
so they all lived happily ever after.


The prompt at Napowrimo today is to write a story poem. This is a nutshell version of a novella I wrote when I was a beginning writer, the original of which is here.


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18 Responses to Annie’s Fortune

  1. colonialist says:

    I do enjoy reading a story I enjoy reading – and afterwards!


  2. Shah Wharton says:

    My hubs plays lottery, I don’t and never did like gambling. The house always wins… all the money hubs puts into his weekly ‘investment’ could be going to something much more valuable – like chocolate or a glass of wine! πŸ™‚ If we did win, however, we have already said we’d pay for her mortgage, her education, into various dog/animal charities, all before we spend some and save the rest. We need to win quite a lot to do anything near all this, so It’s never gonna happen. πŸ™‚ Great poem Viv! X


  3. This is the only time I my life I’ve come to regret swearing off gambling, including scratch cards! It’s true, some will make life better for others… but most winners have to change their phone numbers!


  4. This is a lovely poem. We pent for those things in life we have not rather than be happy with the things that we have.


  5. Eha says:

    Never ever count what the other guy has: they may be the unhappiest person in the world . . . look at your own half-full glass, know many people have not even that and build on what you have . . . thought provoking story of yours . . .


  6. Christine says:

    This is charming! I love, love love it! It couldn’t be more perfect.


  7. Zoe says:

    I am going back to hit the link … just wanted to comment first in case I lost this spot… fun story… gonna go check it out!


  8. ladynimue says:

    very original and very inspiring πŸ™‚


  9. yikici says:

    Awww this is so sweet, lovely and upbeat and fun, really enjoyed the read. πŸ™‚


  10. rbhexem says:

    Ah, if only life were so…..what wonders there would be.


  11. This is so sweet. πŸ™‚


  12. thehutts says:

    I got a letter to remind me that you are no longer doing the lottery at the weekend! Hope your numbers don’t come up now. Sally


  13. adameverhard says:

    Would that it could be true for all!
    I make a decent salary, but the prices for food these days is outrageous! I can’t see fit to buy luxury items very often myself.


  14. Misky says:

    Maybe I should bury a lottery ticket …


  15. I loved the original but this is fun πŸ™‚


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