My Beard Poem by Randy McClave

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