A Beard Came Along
With his one glass eye on the shaky world,
and his parchment hand on his pocket watch,
the old grey man went whistling along,
passing houses tense with sorrow,
grief and mourning.
He paused at each; gave a nod,
a wink and an extremely cheeky smile,
and, lo and behold, after he'd gone,
in those dreary dismal domiciles
something bright broke through;
a gentle ray of simple sunlight
on this the greyest of grey days
since grey day recordings began.
Oppressed occupants now managed
a careful smile themselves;
an eye-twinkling was perceived,
and the once-loved and oldest joke around
lovingly re-told.
Even the family cat returned home
after a six year absence, in which,
it was rumoured,
it had been living the high life
on some Costa de Something or other..
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