Even if it's
A chore,
One shouldn't
Crib while
Cooking....
For there
Would come
A time when
Even if you
Feel like cooking
You won't be
Able to do any
Cooking....
(I wrote this, thinking about my parents, both of them are good cooks, yet because of their infirmities, they are now unable to cook and so are dependent on a cook.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time changes the master as dependent on pupil! master of cooking now on another cook!