Intransigence

As like every other loving child growing up In my early years, I have always looked up to my father I was over-whelmed by his creativeness... How he improvised and jury-rigged his make-shift concoctions My mother would constantly call him "Mr. MacGyver" As the years passed by and the times were changing He was still stuck on his old ways When my brothers and I were growing our hair long... He would still be keeping his slick Navy crew-cuts When we would walk around with our scruffy faces His face would always be neatly shaved When we walked in our wholly jeans His attire would always be in a suit and tie When we greeted our friends... We would say "Hey, what's happening man" When he greeted his friends.... He would usually say "How are you" My dad had passed away a decade ago Still resting on the end table beside his bed Is the dial phone he used to call me on He was one old dog that you could never teach a new trick to "Intransigence" Intransigence Poetry Contest Sponsored By John Hamilton 7-15-2019