Tell-a-tail

I woke up one fine day, sensing something was terribly wrong,
It felt like I was sleeping all over my hair, but surely it couldn’t have grown so long.
I turned behind and shrieked at the sight of my growing a tail,
Yes, a hairy one like horse’s, that couldn’t be missed without a fail!

I didn’t know what to do about it, how to hide an additional lock of hair,
I wanted a pair of scissors, but to risk going out for it, I couldn’t dare.
I stayed home all day, wondering what should be done but still had no clue.
Only to peek outside later to find everyone else having a tail too.

I stared wide-eyed in delight at how people had fashioned it all,
Like hair-styles, there were tail-styles of lengths long and small!
Some had permed them, some had them coloured and some had made plaits,
And now I was relieved that I hadn’t cut them off in a hurried haste.

I looked in the mirror and pondered how I would style mine,
I wanted to dress it up with accessories of various colours and designs!
I spent hours on it, trying beads and gems and bows of satin lace,
And finally managed to make it look elegant with adequate grace.

And then when I was about to change into something to wear outside,
None of my clothes were tailored for a tail, I dismally realized.
With regret, I cut one of the polka dots of my expensive dress,
And stepped outside, dressed perfectly to impress.

I was happy having a tail, it made dressing up even more fun,
And now I was wondering how his tail was, my special someone’s!
I hoped it was as chic as mine, or at least not a big flop
Called him up excitedly and asked him to meet me at the coffee shop.

And there he came and to my disappointment had a tail of a leopard,
My heart fell down on the floor, for it looked disgustingly awkward.
Like everyone else, it wasn’t a discovery for him and he was quite used to it,
But for me, I couldn’t help noticing and think how it was a big misfit.

I walked back drably, hating how life had been deranged.
Hoping things were like before and had not become so strange.
Even if that meant, not having the silky tail, I wanted it reversed
Because his gauche tail made this fantasy seem like a curse.

And then suddenly a voice within me spoke and it took me by surprise,
It ruminated a new thought which pinched and made my aversion seem vice
To think of it I liked mine only when I realized I wasn’t an outcast,
My initial reaction and that after the realization were such contrasts.

Also, people change, though maybe not as evidently and you have to accept it as life,
You would still be wetting your pants and crying, if you hadn’t changed, otherwise.
And thinking back, I remembered how things had changed since I knew him
We both had grown mature and wiser, and the gradual adjustment was never too grim

Even if it's unpleasant, it is inevitable that things change,
Don’t people grow bald, paunchy and toothless with age?
The journey together shapes you into familiarizing with the differences.
Exploring unknown territories and bridging the distances.

And likewise, didn’t I like my tail, after initially being repulsed by its presence,
It takes time, but rather than those petty things, love should be my preference
And with that thought I felt lighter and more comfortable with the recent tranformations,
I looked up and said, bring me anything; my love is ready for any kind of alteration.