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.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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