The Lady With The Beard
2013-12-20


Lady With The Beard

As I got on to my flight
I saw an unforgetful sight
That in my dreams I'd always feared
I saw a lady with a beard

Not a man, not a child
Not a woman wanton wild
A sight that in my mind is seared
It was a lady with a beard

I dared not look but look I dared
Tried not to but yes I stared
I couldn't turn away I leered
At the lady with the beard

I couldn't move like stone was I
Till I was pushed right in her eye
By other people I was steered
Right to the lady with the beard

I braced myself for just in case
When face to face with face with lace
Would change to grace just as I neared
The smiling lady with the beard

I looked at her straight point blank
But could not find a thing to thank
I squinted, squeezed my eyes, I peered
At the lady with the beard

She smiled at me a knowing smile
Her fleeting smile lasted a while
To reciprocate I wasn't geared
To the lady with the beard

I boarded on my aeroplane
And thought what I could not explain
My fears, her smile, they were mirrored
Me, the lady with the beard

Her friendly gaze, my fears, oh why?
She was more a man than I
I had to learn to not be skeered
Of the lady with the beard

I squeezed my eyes yet once again
The dryness in me turned to rain
My eyes were wet for they had teared
For the lady with the beard