The first thing men stop
doing when they begin
to get depressed is they
cease washing & shaving.

The three o’ clock
shadow matures into a
stubble then a beard,

By hiding the face there
is no need to-see ones
reflection in the looking
glass. It is foetal time.

Rooms darken, minds dim.

But as in nearly all cases
a rude renaissance occurs.

There is the eventual fear
of facing the mirror, then of
shaving, and joining the world.

The hot tap is engaged, there
is a rummage around for the BIC.

By the time you’re ready to confront
whom you have been hiding from,

The glass has fog misted over!