Once upon a time, I had a beard
It wasn’t much
It wasn’t full enough, a little patchy
Like the fur a mangy stray dog
But it was mine
It shielded me from the cruel world
It lent me an air of matureness
It was a barrier
And it was mine
Then, one day, woe be to the beard
Due to reasons that shall not be disclosed
It was snipped, and trimmed, and shaved
And it was no longer mine
I was naked!
Then, experimentation began
Searching for the lost beard
Smoothly shaved, mustache, goatee, sideburns
I tried them all – none fit
You see, none of them were mine
Come back, beard!
—
Muli the shaven.