Oh Beard,
How I have feared
To be separated from all that are.
Like a star
You guide me through the cold,
Teaching me to be bold
In this world of hairless chins.
I begin
To imagine life without
In a moment of doubt
And shudder to think
Of our link
Being broken.
As a token
Of my love
Into the bin I gladly shove
All my razors and foam.
You are my home
And though I grew
To come to know you
As a younger man
Please understand
It's become true
That there is no me without you.
Oh Beard,
How others jeered
At your birth,
But I knew that mirth
To be envy
Of your beauty.
And now full grown
You let it be known
With your Blessed boom
As I enter the room
That you are there.
Others may stare
But only as one may
At the moon during midday
Or the midnight sun.
It's fun
To watch how jealous eyes
Must despise
Their own bare faces.
In some places
You are celebrated,
Not hated,
As wisdom's sign
Or in touch with the Divine
And in days of old
I am told
Viking raids
Displayed
Bountiful well groomed beards.
They were feared
Because their
Facial hair
Inspired dread.
So let it be said
That in you I find pride
(Though my chin you hide)
And gladly display your mass.
So at last,
You are mine
And in time
You may grow grey
And be an obvious display
Of my spent years.
But I have no fears
Of being cold and alone
Because we will have grown
Old together.
Connected, forever.