the wok

 

The wok

Take the fire

Take the years

Finally cracks

With holes to say

“I am leaving

I am done for good”

The wok

It never complains

Put it on the fire

The blue flames laugh

The hot fire makes the glow

Yet the wok stays quiet

The ladle will keep knocking

“Do you feel any pain?”

The wok

The light blue lights it up

Burning it hot and fast

The wok never complains

It stays on for its purpose

“Get the food cook

Let me stay quiet”

Now the wok

The tiny crack holes appear

It finally says it has enough

“I am done!

Get a new one

Pass the baton”