Author's note: I wrote this one within minutes of shaving
off the first beard I had ever grown... it was the scraggliest,
scrawniest, thinest excuse for a beard one could see on the face
of an 18-year old kid...
Ballad of the Lost Beard
Once upon a time, long long ago
there was a beard which didst grow
luxurious and soft in a wondrous goatee
and that beard was a beard of me
One sweep of fur from crown to chin
always thick and never thin
black and brown and amber too
and shades betwixt of reddish hue...
But beard, oh beard, where hast thou gone?
with fur so sleek and fur so long?
What cruel fate has struck thee down?
Oh, where's the fur so lovely and brown?
Now an expanse of bare smooth skin
nothing to hide my little fleas in
just a chin alone and blue
nothing there to strain soup through
It's gone, gone, lost and dead --
now less fur on this poor head;
Alas, oh beard, alas;
thou art dead...
November 26, 1967