knock knock-who's not there?
Mornings in the privacy of his high rise cold water flat
always found him staring lengthily into the cracked shaving mirror
whose split reflections were once more to deny
any of his resemblances to youth
but the denial could not impede
his gifted habit of being able to self mockingly grin
at his facial wear and tear
not the impish grin he had displayed so long ago
but the medication sedated one
hiding a set of off colour ill-fitting dentures.
One day he thought
someone very very important
might call in so I best be prepared.
This fantasizing gave his life purpose
no matter how ridiculous the thought
but suppose no one had warned him
of the impending VIP off the cuff visit
that last minute appearance of a dignitary on his doorstep
catching him off guard
still in his tea stained pyjamas
toothless mouth agape in astonishment!
No! he would be ready!
A marker penned note in capital letters
placed on the front door's glass panel
PLEASE ALLOW TIME FOR THIS ELDERLY RESIDENT TO GET TO THE DOOR-THANK YOU.
time enough to throw a presentable set of clothes on
time enough to apply adhesive and make sure
his teeth would not dislodge
while in the midst of a hopefully fruitful and much rewarding conversation
time enough to throw a clean'ish tea towel
over the usual pile of dirty pots
except for the new untouched as yet by prominent hands cups
set aside for such an occasion
time enough to bend as far as his stubborn spine would allow him
to bend down low as possible
in order to spit on his shoes, each one then scuffed into a shine
on the backs of his legs
Yes! he would be ready!
But Sundays he assured himself were safe
he could relax and perform his less important chores
ones that didn't require the inclusion of looking into that damned mirror!
he could allow his chinned follicles to do their fast growing thing
he could allow himself to fall asleep whenever
in front of the disobedient up-scrolling tv set
his flakey skinned hairless head
supported by a scrawny arm
his loud saw-like rhythmic wheezing snores
floating on the archaic smelling air of the living room
as he went dreaming back to the times
of that impish grin,