My father and I had a fight one day.
I was mad. I was nine.
He was sixty-eight:
He was still in his prime.
I punched him (ouch).
He put up his dukes
To illustrate (see figure 6H)
The Queensbury Rules.
I looked at him,
Said nothing,
But I wanted to
I wanted to shout out loud:
I'm tired, and
You're retired.
Just for a minute, can't you
Stop teaching?