My First Tie

by Kevin Hart

My father gave me my first tie
When I was all too young.
0 long and thin and black it was
And I climbed up a rung.

“I’ll wear it at your funeral, Dad, ”
I said, absorbed with black,
My father grew a foot too tall:
“Maybe I’ll take it back.”

He knotted it behind my neck
And I shot up an inch
I looked into a mirror, hard ,
And saw my father flinch.

When going through my father’s things –
Stained medals, bric-a-brac –
I found that tie a week too late:
“Maybe I’ll take it back. “