Paradise Not From Thrown Dice

You can’t get it from table of dice: Your planned riches and Earth’s paradise When you win some heart you simply slice: The no-more-sure of eating served rice, On folk’s dining tables eyes of mice: To “Friend, come and join us” “Oh! That’s nice.” So, do release the pressure on dice, Your keen interest in throws minimize, Or one day you win and someone dies, Or fail a hoped luncheon of fried rice, Family starving plus kitchen mice… Paradise not from dice thrown and won twice, Peace of mind not from one thrown and won thrice; Bad News a dice thrown and one paid sad price.