I am grateful
For your encouraging
I am learning
to be patient
And to use Miracle Grow on my whiskers
Sometimes I am a’feared
I cannot grow a beard
But I’m beginning to understand
That my hormones do have a plan
Heavenly Barber, I am grateful
You are always at my service
To trim. Wash & dry.
To massage my epidermis.
I’m learning while I’m here
A goatee is probably a bad idea
And caps used to be so much fun
Now I’m considering a fine man bun
Who knew it could be such trouble
To grow in a little stubble
Don’t know what can be done
With cheeks as smooth as a baby’s… Mum.
There are answers I’m receiving
And a hairline that’s not receding
I’ve just got to keep believing
In my inner Chia Pet. I think it is my best bet.
You show me that hope is real
I’m amazed it’s almost here
All grown in
My little beard
And they all lived scruffily ever after.