Ode to My Chin

It's been so long since I last saw you.

Over a decade since we bid adieu.

When I was just half my age.

Only a few years into my teenage.

So many new things in life and so much change.

For this face was now wearing a mane.

No more was I just a kid.

This beard gave me the title of a man.

An everyday sight you were in the mirror, no more could you be seen.

Neighbour to my smile, my chin.

Slowly but surely covered by the thick foliage.

Bringing in the looks of a sage.

I remember holding you high up in the air.

As a symbol of pride.

Now you lie hidden deep under thick, tangled hair.

Slowly and surely as the mane grows, makes me wonder

What it was like having a beardless face.

Now, I have accepted its warm embrace.

Covering, protecting half my face.

My beard glorifies my identity

And it is here to stay.