The After Argument

All right, poets, time to kick back with an all-new poem. I know all of you have had an argument with a parent or a friend at least once in your lifetime and I guess it wasn't that pleasant. This poem ends with no reasonable compromise to the argument, but I eventually settled things with my dad after I wrote this. So, hope you enjoy it!

The After Argument

The big argument happened not long ago
It was me and my dad, exchanging words and that
I sat there feeling guilty, he feeling enraged
And told me everything I didn't want to know

Sitting in my bed, I looked back
And realized that I knew nothing wrong
So I sat and I sat for hours and hours
Wondering where we got to that

My dad no longer entered my room
I came to him with all my problems
He shot back, his points been made
And so I sat back, feeling not amazed

That was the day I'd never forget
The day arguments tore again
I was hoping I would see my father again
But too soon it was to see it then

Packing the Office

My dad retired from his job as a manager at an investment company at the end of June. He was pretty good at his job and knew how to make the most of people's money. So I'd thought it would be a fitting tribute to write a poem about it. This one is about him packing up his office to leave permanently. Hope you enjoy!

Packing the Office

The few things I packed that day
I will never forget


My dad left with some stuff from his office
Never to have them return
His pictures of me were gone, his books of delight
All gone to his own personal domain


Every single thing he brought
Never to return
All memories and figures
Came with him all together


We packed all day
Everything came with us
And that there's that final time
To say the one word, 'Bye'


He left without word and I turned off the light
There was no return anymore