Ode to Chin Hair

Oh Chin Hair…Chin Hair…

Do you mean I’m wise?

Does your tiny, whiskery

existence

mean that I have arrived?

And even though I pluck you,

you are so very dear to me…

I would not lie to you!

as dear as my

sweet ol’ Auntie be!



Oh Chin Hair…Chin Hair…

how you make me smile!

Reminding me the Lord is near,

And I’ll be with Him

(in not too long

a while!)



And most of all

my unruly friend

you tell a tale of truth

that deep inside

where growth begins…

I am so very much

alive



So as you stretch,

In the morning sun,

and old Mr. Wrinkle

winks your way…

do not be sad, if I trim you a bit

you will be

welcome

another day.