Being A Chef
Being A Chef1 min 188 1 min 188
Managing like housewife
Highly skilled with a knife
Hard way, in my tough life
Various scars of amputation
White notes of rejuvenation.
That's hospitality where idea goes
Burnt fingertips, shine like a gloss
Now I am worried to see my boss
Living in fear of the visit
Inevitable, he knows it.
Painting my art on culinary bread
For it's coming, the day of dread
A day is marked, my career end
Retirement does not mean joys
I'll be lonely, miss all the boys
Starting to feel that all hope is lost
As Arthritic fingers, can't be crossed.
Today I am a chef will remained too
My taste wouldn't die till soul through.
I am chef and remained too.