ON THE MORTIFICATION OF THE BEARD
If they be not shorn,
Shall grow into such a bearded lattice and mat
That a thousand roughnesses
Could there be hid with ease.
Some claim ‘tis only nature’s way
For others, the fashion of the day;
But, for me, once plainly seen in mirrored glass,
The die is cast: shave off it all
And have done with sin.
© Michael A.G. Haykin, 2007.