The Next Chapter

Here I am sitting in the park again Sapping the sweat from my face My Spirit is at ease and mind is settled The tumultuous moment has passed And you have finally come out of the dark The stage is set and I have won the final bet Here I am sitting in the park again Looking into the next chapter of the game The leafs are spinning in the book And I am looking for something delicious to cook A bowl of creamed mushroom soup with crushed parsley on top Toad in hole, roasted lamb with lasagna And baked potato stuffed with honey ham Nice fresh juicy vegetable on the side And pecan pie to wet my appetite I don’t have a big appetite but I am delighted When others have a full course meal And sit quietly at the dinner table if they are able Here I am sitting in the park absorbing smell of food Smoke is going up in the air Jerk chicken aroma is spreading everywhere, Big robust Jamaican men With muscles that is hard to bend chop up the chicken in pieces and serve the people in the street I would love to see them get in order When the new development is in place I have an appetite for fine cuisine And I adore fine restaurant I like the smell of fresh homemade wine too Pimento wine, pineapple wine, Cinnamon wine, apple wine and passion fruit wine And you can even make wine from from a combination of fruit juice I just long to be in a big kitchen Where I can experiment with everything I will bake and I will cook and I will Make and deliver my homemade to the schools Orphanage and old people’s home I am not really hungry because I have trained myself Not to feel hunger but when I smell something good I have to write it in the next chapter of my book The social clubs, the dinner engagement The private dance with breakfast on the lawn A get together with old and new friends And the final date that will lead you to the altar It is Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting in the park Thinking about the next chapter The day is clean my spirit is free And the sky with its bright golden cloud is dancing above me.