No one knows the person,
Who hides behind the name,
No one feels his passions,
No one knows his pain.
For buried deep inside him,
are demons we don’t know,
that follow him and haunt him,
wherever he does go.
He builds up a persona,
He smiles every day,
But no one knows the pain,
That he keeps tucked away.
And so, we’ve lost another,
Who suffered from the pain,
And we are left to ponder,
The things we can’t explain.
God willing he’s at peace now,
Away for all the pain,
God rest this soul we’ve lost,
Goodbye to Chef Bourdain.
Michael Cascio
New Hyde Park
