Movember
Razor scrapes face clean.
Towel dries tears.
Lip quivers at the memory.
Eyes face the past,
while throat prepares to cry
into the future.
A budding soup-strainer
starts the conversation.
Stubble opens ears.
Lips speak of,
Motivation,
Awareness,
Paying-it-forward,
Passion, and compassion.
A fuzzy lipped community speaks
of the possibilities.
Of hope for the day when
we no longer raise a
hand to dry a tear
for the brother felled by this
cancer.
This is a special request poem from a man who is participating in the Movember Men’s Health awareness and fundraise for research for prostate cancer, testicular cancer, mental health and suicide prevention. How it works is that a man will start the month clean-shaven and then let their mustache grow. Participants in the month work to rise awareness and funds. The growing stubble is a great conversation starter.
Personally I am not growing a mustache. When I noted this on an on-line cancer forum, I was asked if I’d at least write a poem for the month – which is now published here.
I’ve heard of this for a few years. The one thing I know for sure is that the men and women (yes ladies are helping with this too, they get a bit “creative” with the mustache part) who support this fund raiser are passionate about their cause.
As a victim of prostate cancer, I do appreciate the effort these folks are putting into Movember.
Till next time,
Andrew
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