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!