Upon Discovering A Losing Raffle Ticket

I didn't win No one called in a congratulatory roar Announcing I could claim my prize Start spending without reason Share the wealth of my windfall Crawl out of this hole dug too deep Number 503379 died a dismal death Unnoticed, lying buried in a drawer It's fading breath saying 'I'm sorry... You are still who you always are...' Like an insult to injury... (Pun, truthfully intended) I am mocked by the ticket, intact With it's picture piles of cash and coins Staring up stunningly saying 'Try again'.... And again and again I am not a gambling sort As luck would have it... Reminded that life is always A 50/50 chance, to be taken Will it rain....50/50 odds Will the operation be a success... Odds are in your favor Will this relationship last... Only if you agree to meet halfway... A 50/50 compromise Does life look better past 50 Should I cave, and place my bet... On the back of the stub Reads a warning....never noticed it til now Written in all capitalized letters As if screaming a lecture at me 'ATTENTION: THE PERSON USING THIS TICKET ASSUMES ALL RISK OF PERSONAL INJURY, LOSS, THEFT OR DAMAGE TO PROPERTY. MANAGEMENT WILL DESIGNATE WHERE HOLDER IS TO BE SEATED OR PARKED AND RESERVES THE RIGHT TO REVOKE THE LICENSE GRANTED BY THIS TICKET' For the life of me, I can't remember Where I bought this raffle What it was it promised Why I believed it would be My ticket out... But after reading the hidden disclaimer I am almost certain I am okay Not having secured the win...