a natty dresser he was
eight-button jackets
wide-brimmed hats
and designer shoes

hair neatly-combed
nicely patted-down
walked like he wore
a mark of distinction
his peacock plumage
and stand-out gown
were easily his crown

then one lovely day
his tie became mine
said i was a beau now
and must surely shine
lest i get out of step
with the pace of life

and before that mirror
we did the sweet knots
only one thing was left
a bit of stubble on my chin
so i could frown and shave
and be the man about town

uncle long gone
i'm standing here
his woolen tie in my hand
the only thing in my sentimental trove