Hearing Aids – a poyum

Been going over my old cd’s now I m back on the computer(who moved all the keys?), and found this forgotten poyum/poem from 2009. Hearing aids are the bane of my life. The more they improve them the harder they are to find.

I pick my new ones up his week, Rechargeable {woohoo0) so no more dropped tiny batteries, or running out just when you get to something interesting.

These are tiny, still with the part that fits behind the ear but it does fit neatly and Ive gone back to the soft plastic mushroom thilngy. Am I boring you? Your turn will come!


Talk quietly please
My new hearing aids are on.
I hear the drip drip
Of the raindrops
The mutter of the fridge
The tap tap tapping
of someone pasing
in high heels
The rolling of the traffic
On the street outside.
Talk quietly
I d not want to hear you
Loudly giving your opnion
So I will softly smile
But never tell you
That my hearing aids are off!

©Eunice C. English

By Eunice C English

Writer, artist,retired. Have Parkinsons Plus and Macular Degeneration so please ignore typos! Gathering some of my memories and writings into one place t share with you.

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