Ray E. Gessler, ANTICIPATION</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=1.htm>Ray E. Gessler</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>ANTICIPATION</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>I opened Sunday's paper and was sure surprised to see<br>My name in print on the front page as plain as it could be.<br>The item stated frankly,Johnny Jones has done allright.<br>He had the winning ticket in the lottery Saturday night.<br>The article also mentioned I was now a millionaire,<br>An independant wealthy man without a single care.<br>It then went on with flowery words that set my heart aglow.<br>Where their information came from is one thing I don't know.<br>I barely finished reading this when the phone began to ring,<br>And party after party had the same sad song to sing,<br>I'm poor and homeless, sick and cold and sure could use some dough,<br>So please send me a little cash, a thousand bucks or so.<br>By afternoon the doorbell rang and people by the score<br>Began to gather on my lawn, I counted thirty-four.<br>The same old story, share the wealth, was on everybody's tongue<br>From churches, charities, salesmen, and people old and young.<br>When darkness fell I thought relief would surely be in sight,<br>But everyone stayed camped outside throughout the long, long night.<br>And Monday was no better, I had not a moments peace,<br>And I was sorely tempted to finally call the police.<br>What happened late that afternoon seemed really very weird,<br>The phone stopped ringing and the crowd just suddenly disappeared.<br>Later that night as I relaxed I learned the reason why<br>The crowd had suddenly up and left without even a goodbye.<br>For in the evening paper in a corner on page three,<br>Condensed in just a single line was an apology.<br>It offered this correction in type real hard to see,<br>It's John E. Jones, not Johnny Jones, who won the lottery.<br>Ray E. Gessler<br>You don't buy friends with money, <br>You just lease them till it's gone!</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>