Flecks Of Wisdom Poem by kenneth william snow

Flecks of wisdom in my beard
Short gray hairs twisting weird
Reminding me of days long past
When life for me went by too fast

There was a time I took some dye
And colored grays—a nasty lie
Today I wear them proud and strong
And smile each day one comes along

My beards the master, I the slave
I hope to take him to my grave
He tells me in the mirror sweetly
How to live my life completely

Not a slave to shaving, I
Cut my beard I'd sooner die
This growth's the mark of my free will
It trumpets spirit man can't kill

I trim it careful now and then
I like to stroke it sometimes when
I'm lost in thoughts of other days
This beard grew wild, bereft of grays

And now I look upon my face
I know God's Art I'll not erase
The vision's one not to be feared
Flecks of wisdom in my beard