Bearded And Bewildered Poem by Joseph Anderson

One for the lighter side;

I've known this man a long, long time,
Who lately grew a beard;
While many think he's crazy.
Some others deem him weird.

They say that he looks very old,
Some call him dirty face
And wonder what he's up to;
His wife feels in disgrace.

He only hoped his beard would bring
Grace, dignity and charm,
Instead of female furor
And stirring up alarm.

I told him he should shave it off,
The time has come to do it;
He still resists, he just can't bring
His face and razor to it.

And now he grovels, deep with grief,
Almost in dark despair;
He wonders as he ponders,
What's this-with facial hair?