Being A Chef

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.