Seven

Ten fingers on our hands, and five on each,
but oddly it is seven we most cherish.
We sanctify it, seal with it, and preach
the perils of indulging, lest we perish.
We sail the seven seas for seven wonders,
with expertly curated bucket lists.
A monk recites the chakras as he ponders
what evidence exists that he exists.

Three sevens in a row, the bandit teases,
its metal arm will ratchet up the bet
as soon as I release it. As it eases,
its jackpot rolls on by. Plays hard to get.
Old Fashioned losing flavor. Melting ice.
Craps table roaring. Seven on the dice.