Ties Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I fix the Windsor knot
just like my dad.
You said 'Oh, no!
The style is now the half.'
Debated often
I would not get mad
I hid my meek defiance
with a laugh.
I found the perfect tie
for you today,
your colors,
flashy, playful but not bold.
I set it down
but couldn't walk away.
So strong the urge
I bought it just to hold.
It's 'Shop until you drop'
(then shop some more,
but now by proxy,
as it were, on cue) .
The last tie I picked out
you did adore.
Like dad
I won't see it again or you.
Enough of fantasy,
denial and lies,
I know the truth is
dead men tie no ties.