Don’t let me die with a beard dear,
Remember the struggle I’ve had,
To protect and preserve,
To renew and deserve,
I’m worth it you know,
Just this once.
The plucking, the waxing, the constant pursuit,
For a face that defied Father Time,
You’ll be ten years younger tomorrow it said,
On a gold embossed box bought on line.
The hormone replacement got left on the shelf
As I sought to remove the constraint
Of middle aged flushes, camouflaged by silk brushes
And a lifetime of dabbling in paint.
Don’t let me die with a beard dear,
Heat gently, apply, and then pull,
I won’t feel a thing as you pluck that damn thing
That derides my ambition of lull.
Don’t let me die with a beard dear,
Make sure there’s an orderly queue,
No lingering please as they view the deceased
Lying peacefully there, Sans Revlon.