How I learned shaving myself without dad’s help
It was tough at first,
I didn’t know how to use a blade,
Although I was aware of the lather that the gel would produce,
I used to watch my brother shave,
I was never good at it, Never tried it either,
How does a blade feel on your face?
On your throat?
While I saw perfect clean shaved boys at university,
They would brag about how they learned it from their Dad,
But what could I probably brag about,
My Dad being absent or those hundreds of youtube videos on “How to Shave”?
It was never an easy Bargain,
Where I saw boys using different techniques and showing off their skills,
I was here trying to figure out how to hold a blade,
Sometimes, It does become lonely out there, with one of the parents long gone,
And sometimes it makes you strong enough to face any thunderstorm in your life,
I was given options, just how a weak person is thrown easier options,
But I didn’t choose trimmer, why should I,
I can teach myself, they showed it like Dad was the only teacher for this art,
I did succeed in getting myself a clean shave with my very own hands,
It didn’t hurt, But it did burn,
How could I ever blame the after-shave lotion for the emptiness in our stars,
I just smiled,
Destination is a funny little thing,
And that’s when I was mature enough to understand,
Blade’s are close to you, they always were,
But you were protected by your parents, The Guards between you & all the problems,
Not everyone is Blessed!
Be Kind. Be Grateful.