Recovered Verse

Gentle visitors, your humble Contributor recently caught up with an old friend, and this conversation prompted a search for a bit of verse written upon the occasion of his marriage, more than twenty years ago.  Said verse was discovered in an ancient MS-DOS file, created at a time when file-naming required such brevity as to be almost inscrtbl.

In any case, this old friend, being a true Irishman, was not so young when he married.  Simple math would indicate that he is now no younger than the not-so-young then, and yet he remains ever youthful.  Memory does not serve whether his now-white beard was so white then.  Without further ado...

The Well-Groomed Beard

Upon his beard, he swore, Good John,
The Lord would take him 'fore he'd wed;
And so his whiskers grew well awn
(Not so the wispers on his head).

But, lo, the Love he'd thought foresworn
Did take him by the beard instead;
And though this bristle be unshorn,
She's plucked it for the marriage bed.

Comments

[john]

as montaigne said, `the manuscript in the drawer either ripens or rots'

-there's nothing rotten about my good friend joseph's score and one year old gift of verse regarding my unlikely belated betrothal. i say- to all who know joe as the poet he most certainly is- let's see More! do i hear a second? (wait a bit, Joe, before offering it yourself. all good things come to those who wait. bartenders do even better.) best, jjj