im no poet but.....

this guy is ...
Some men they grow short beards.
Some men grow theirs long.
It’s a choice that they make,
Neither’s right or wrong.
I choose to grow a long beard.
Trimming’s not for me.
I let it grow “Au Natural”
I like mine wild and free. I’m not a homeless guy
Or a crazy terrorist.
I’m not some slacker dude
Or a fundamentalist.
I’m not a criminal.
I have nothing to hide.
I let it grow so I can show
The man I am inside.
There is no law that says that I
Cannot grow facial hair.
And if you do not like it,
Well, so what, I do not care.
You think that I’m too hairy,
Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
I choose to grow my beard
To see how hairy I can get.
writen by Kai “Longbeard” Cofer
 
and this one brought a tear to my eye
MY DAD’S LONG BEARD
When I was five, I asked my dad,
“Why do you shave your face?”
He said, “I do not know, my boy.
It does seem out of place.
I really don’t like shaving. It’s
Unnatural and weird.”
I said, “I’d like it very much
If you would grow a beard.”
At first it was all stubbly
But then it grew and grew.
At last it was a proper beard
After a month or two.
“Should I let it grow longer, son?
I’ll do what you think best.”
By the time that I was seven
His beard was to his chest.
“Is this beard long enough, my boy?
Perhaps not, don’t you think?
And if I were to shave it now
I’d clog the bathroom sink.
For you I’ll grow it longer, son.”
And so he did post haste.
And by the time that was ten
It hung down to his waist.
My dad he kept on growing it.
He grew it to his thighs.
He entered many beard contests
And always won first prize.
“Perhaps I ought to shave today.”
He’d often like to tease.
By the time I entered High School
His beard was past his knees.
And now that I am twenty-one,
I cannot help but grin.
I think about my dad’s long beard
And stroke my bearded chin.
I want a beard just like my dad’s
A beard down to the floor.
It represents the love we share
Now and forevermore.

writen by Kai “Longbeard” Cofer
 
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