My Beard

She asked me why I have a beard As She ran her fingers through the hairs, Then I looked her strait in her eyes and I said It's because, I have worries and cares. One day it just started growing And then one day it was there, fully grown, I then became a different person And to many others, I was not even known. It was meant by the universe for me to have That was my thoughts and my only reason, It grew to give me both character and a purpose And not just to protect me from the winter season. Then that very moment I became mature In me she then saw both honor and pride, I then decided to start wearing a suit And now I would also carry a cane at my side. My beard described exactly who I was As it laid upon my chin both thick and brown, I then became a serious man With the look of a thinker, I wore a philosopher's frown. She then decided to give my young beard a name The name would be that of my devoted Beagle pet, She stoked my beard so softly when we held She then called my beard, "BRETT". Now after many years my beard has lost its color It is now softer when she gives me a smooch, She now smiles when she looks and touches my beard As it now happily reminds her, of her loved pooch. Years have passed now my beard is all white The beard of mine which she has grown to love and know, I now have finally achieved a free and a happy spirit So, now she calls my beard, "ROSCOE". Randy L. McClave