[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Lottery

 A lottery is run when any new soul is born
Do they end up in the city, the hills or somewhere more forlorn?
Wherever it is, they have participated in the lottery
But the misfortune of some is oftentimes a forgotten thing
No matter what power you have
No matter what talents you possess
There is always those who live devoid to a caress
And even if you come up short
Even at times you look at the lottery and snort
Remember, the lottery is irrelevant, what matters is your eye's glint;
Will you deal with your meagre reward, and go onto win?