This poem definitely owes a debt to the late, great Dennis O’Driscoll, who sadly passed away on Boxing Day 2012. A cautionary tale about the distractions of modern life.
The Last Haircut
It was his last haircut,
though he didn’t know it.
Asked for it nice and short.
He needn’t have bothered.
Paid with the last fifty dollar bill
he’d pull out of his wallet.
Told the barber he’d see him in six weeks.
Brushed the hair clippings off the lapels
of a jacket which would soon go to an op shop.
Wiped away the last drop of moisture
his nose would produce,
with the last handkerchief
to ever come out of his pocket.
Straightened the tie
which would not go back onto his tie rack.
Stepped out of the shop,
his shoes emitting their final squeak.
Slid a last carnal thought across his brain
about the last young woman’s backside
he would set eyes upon.
Checked a smart phone message
about a meeting for which he would be unavailable.
Stepped into the road
without looking left and right.
Not for the first time.
Copyright Mike Hopkins 2013