Descriptive Poem

A skinny chef

In a white shiny suit
and long folded sleeves, 
he stands there with his serious face 
making no sound, 
creating his art piece.

As good soldiers they all listen, 
follow his instructions.
With precise smooth moves 
that use no strength 
he reveals a breathtaking outcome.

He may be the cook they choose to follow,
he may be a good chef.
He may be an artist, 
or a teacher.
Yet, if you look closer
you may see as well, 
that the man standing in front of you
is a man who doesn't sit and wait
for a dream to come true.

The End

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