HAIR TODAY, GONE TOMORROW

The point of the poem is that the way we look doesn’t influence what the people who love us think of us. If there’s something you want to change about yourself, you will always have love and support, but appearances do not deserve the attention we give to it.

There once lived a man, with a head full of hair,

He was a jolly good fellow who lived without a care;

Until one day, people started to fret about him- a thing, then another,

The only one who stood by him was his significant other.

They complained he was too fat, they complained he was bald,

He lost weight, then they complained about his cellulite, if that’s what it’s called;

Day after day, this poor (once) jolly man wept,

If only there was a way, a head full of hair, he could have kept.

And everytime people told him something about his hair,

Our man got conscious of all those who would stare;

In the comfort of his home, a few medicines he gulped and tonics he drank,

And when they failed to work, his remaining hair he would yank.

Pulling and pulling his hair, the man one morning woke up with three,

And the transition from a jolly good man to a grumpy one, we could all see;

His significant other took a comb, and to work she got,

“TA DA! ¬†You’ve now got a braid like that rockstar lot!”

He smiled and he had a good day,

But he knew the hair on his head for long wouldn’t stay.

And then the next day, the man woke up to two,

This jolly man, forlorn he grew;

His significant other says, “I know what to do!”

She parted his hair down the middle, as her husband’s smile grew.

He smiled and he had a good day,

But he knew the hair on his head for long wouldn’t stay.

And then the next day, the man woke up with one hair,

He was convinced everyone, today, would stare;

And lo and behold! His significant other had a plan,

She put it in a ponytail, for her man.

He smiled and he had a good day,

But he knew the hair on his head for long wouldn’t stay.

And then the next day, the man woke up with none,

His bald head glistened under the light of the rising sun;

Then our jolly good man looks at his significant other, smiles and says,

“Look, honey! You don’t have to come up with hairstyles for the coming days!”

-Neha Nambiar

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