From riches to rags

23/11/2021
From riches to rags....

I grew up in a big house,

Nice cars,

Well one was a saxo,

The other,

A flash 9000 Saab.

Nice holidays.

Home and abroad.

Near and far.

My parents didn’t skimp out,

From the Dominican republic,

In-between some of Europe,

Also goa.

I was a lucky child.

Privileged even,

Right from the start.

I went to 6th form,

 After high school.

Then college when my a levels fell apart.

I know it doesn’t matter,

But In this,

I didn’t get to say my part.

One good thing coming out of it,

Was my cheffing careers amazing start.

Gaining my qualifications,

Working my way up,

Until my cancer played its' part.

Before though,

A job at the stunning Millennium Hotel,

A place for the wealthy,

For the smart.

With a famous chef named Brian Turner,

Way back then,

Although it didn’t last.

Not knowing blissfully,

4 years of Cancer,

 had already gone and passed.

To then be dragged down into the ashes,

And told of my health’s tumultuous past.

And how I was dying slow.

Not like the 19 others that perished.

As my cancer is rare,

Not vast.

Only 8 weeks was the longest,

any one of them held their flag upon their mast.

If I knew then,

What I know now.

If I had of been asked?

Never would I have taken,

Any chemotherapy type blast.

Then at the age of 20,

I continued my fight through cannabis therapy,

To make me seemingly,

ever last!

Starting the high life,

Money on tab,

from the age of 11,

To then get even higher,

Getting to work at the Arabic,

Burj Al Arab.

7 stars it holds,

And I’m not surprised,

As everything there was draped in marble,

Silver and masses of gold.

Not dotted or dabbed.

I only worked there for a day,

Yet there was opportunity to be had.

Until we hit a brick wall.

My oncologist not allowing it,

As my cancer’s,

Really that bad.

It’s Any chefs ultimate job,

So please forgive me,

As that was the one that slipped away.

One that’s made me forever sad.

As just before this,

I was sleeping on a dining room floor,

Literally starting with nothing but rags.

To then be offered riches,

Far beyond the likes of which I’ve ever had.

I was offered a house with 3 bedrooms,

No dingy old flat,

In the little Arabic staffing village,

 They hold and have.

To then be dragged from the riches,

Stripped back down to my rags.

Until 2010 when I won a medical negligence claim.

£364000 was the total sum,

So back to riches again.

For inheritance for my 3 boys,

I bought our home,

For 200k.

Then to spend the rest in 2 years,

And back to lifes struggles.

It’s financial pain.

All thanks be to my ex-wife,

For all the money she poured down the drain.

Then to be back at square one,

And being skint again...

Then my life flip changed for the good.

It had been 3 years and a bit.

After my boys mum and I split.

I finally found my true footing in life,

When My priceless princess,

Glided into it.

No collision.

The only exchange being our love,

And how more than a year,

We’ve now been fighting fit.

We don’t argue,

We don’t bicker.

We hate it when missed.

To me,

She’s my everything,

She’s my heavenly bliss.

No amount of riches in the world,

Could compare a love like this!

It really doesn’t matter with her.

Rags or riches,

My princess is priceless!

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