How scraggly is your beard? ~

My beard and I have never had what you’d call a good relationship.  It’s what you might call clingy.  I mean, when we first met face to face, it was so lively and ornate.  Why, just being around it gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling.  Of course, time stands still for no one.  I got a job, which meant I had to trim back the amount of time we could be together.  At first it seemed ok with it, but before long I found it showing up at my place of work every day around 5 o’clock (way before quitting time).  Then I got married, then the kids came along and I changed jobs and we had to move… it was such a hectic time that I hardly had any time for my beard.  Well, it wasn’t happy so it stopped eating.  Its complexion quickly faded and it became gaunt.  I tried to tease it in an effort to cheer it up, but it didn’t work.  After the kids finally moved out and things began to settle down, I had more time for my beard, but things between us was never the same.  Sure, we still sleep in the same bed at night, but we part company each morning.