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
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