Another day, and another cost,
I should not be afraid,
No matter even if it pause,
Cooking is not beyond a lost.

Nor is it fear that possess,
And holds you back so dear.
Dear as we hold greater progress
To what lays at hand, that come near.

Why do we decide to cook?
Because we think of someones health,
That brings good assurance upon themself.
Cooking is when you open a book.

Even a story holds a chapter,
And as each chapter goes on and on,
There is no stopping, for it goes by layer.
To what path that leads upon.

You as cook, seek your fate.
Your journey is all the beginning,
But don't expect it late.
For a distorted paths leads new opening.

Don't ever say time is not with you.
For who cooks without a time,
With no time there can never be rhyme.
Even a dish, brings warm smile inside you.
© The Book owl