Close Shave

Sand slipped away through an hour glass timer Oblivious to a bottle neck of irrevocable pain Next to a tube of toothpaste and a cake of soap It rested under a broken mirror in the washroom Not far from 4 ply loo role waiting for meaning Tim needed a brave shave and brazen reflection Reached for the cabinet holding razor and brush Decay had become a bit too long in the tooth but His silver tinged stubble was tangled and weary of Hiding wrinkles and forced smiles on his cheek Can’t turn the clock back however much I might try His gaze fell upon fine comb and elegant scissors Sharp and bright eyed he glanced at ambivalent shears Growth and change resides on the inside he pondered Tim tied beads to his beard instead and let his hair down 06th January 2020