HEAR HEAR
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HEAR HEAR
HEAR HEAR
“You’re getting hard of hearing” were the words she said,
“poor sheep in yard need shearing” it sounded like instead.
“What’s this talk of sheep”? I said “You’ve got your voice on mute”,
“I rest my case,” she answered, “You ARE a deaf old coot”.
Once it was from next room, her voice I couldn’t hear
and with the radio playing, her words would not be clear.
Now it seems that many times I miss some conversation,
“What was that?” I often ask when seeking explanation.
Sometimes I wonder is this state a blessing or a curse
though when you come to think of it, I guess it could be worse,
and when you boil it down, lots of what you hear these days
is a load of unadulterated balderdash anyways.
So, this is what the future holds, the ears are first to go
although the knees are on a par, moving fairly slow,
can’t read a thing without my specs, the back is pretty stiff,
waking every morning’s like they’ve sure brought back the biff.
Picking up whatever I drop’s a major undertaking,
feeling all my body’s bones are near to breaking,
pulling on shoes and socks is torture, that is why
thongs are my best footwear choice in weather wet or dry.
Taste and smell are still OK, I wonder how long for,
that itself a handy case to guzzle red wine more,
use it or lose it syndrome seems to be the situation
yet, lately what appeals the most are tablets and sedation.
And when I speak of tablets I mean those that you ingest,
not new fangled doodads with which young folk are obsessed,
I Pads, I Pods, BlueRays, Blue Tooths, I’m little past the slate,
and my mobile phone from Aldi, I s’pose it doesn’t rate.
But, I’ve digressed, this message is intended ‘bout my hearing,
words which people say to me that keep on disappearing.
Don’t worry if you talk to me and think you’ve been ignored,
possibly, I haven’t heard and am not simply bored,
a serious predicament which really is not funny,
however, there’s a chance I’ll hear if anyone owes me money.
Jeff Thorpe 05 June 2013 ©
“You’re getting hard of hearing” were the words she said,
“poor sheep in yard need shearing” it sounded like instead.
“What’s this talk of sheep”? I said “You’ve got your voice on mute”,
“I rest my case,” she answered, “You ARE a deaf old coot”.
Once it was from next room, her voice I couldn’t hear
and with the radio playing, her words would not be clear.
Now it seems that many times I miss some conversation,
“What was that?” I often ask when seeking explanation.
Sometimes I wonder is this state a blessing or a curse
though when you come to think of it, I guess it could be worse,
and when you boil it down, lots of what you hear these days
is a load of unadulterated balderdash anyways.
So, this is what the future holds, the ears are first to go
although the knees are on a par, moving fairly slow,
can’t read a thing without my specs, the back is pretty stiff,
waking every morning’s like they’ve sure brought back the biff.
Picking up whatever I drop’s a major undertaking,
feeling all my body’s bones are near to breaking,
pulling on shoes and socks is torture, that is why
thongs are my best footwear choice in weather wet or dry.
Taste and smell are still OK, I wonder how long for,
that itself a handy case to guzzle red wine more,
use it or lose it syndrome seems to be the situation
yet, lately what appeals the most are tablets and sedation.
And when I speak of tablets I mean those that you ingest,
not new fangled doodads with which young folk are obsessed,
I Pads, I Pods, BlueRays, Blue Tooths, I’m little past the slate,
and my mobile phone from Aldi, I s’pose it doesn’t rate.
But, I’ve digressed, this message is intended ‘bout my hearing,
words which people say to me that keep on disappearing.
Don’t worry if you talk to me and think you’ve been ignored,
possibly, I haven’t heard and am not simply bored,
a serious predicament which really is not funny,
however, there’s a chance I’ll hear if anyone owes me money.
Jeff Thorpe 05 June 2013 ©
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Re: HEAR HEAR
Good poem Jeff - I hear you - old age is a bitch and not a darn thing you can do about it except perhaps get a dose of the smarts, put pride aside and go get that hearing aid because if its annoying you it must be annoying the hell out of the rest of the family as well. lol
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Re: HEAR HEAR
Yeah Maureen, might be time to bite the bullet.
Regards, Jeff
Regards, Jeff
Re: HEAR HEAR
Eh? What was that?
Old age is a bitch isn't it Jeff? Liked the punch line.
HEATHER!!
Old age is a bitch isn't it Jeff? Liked the punch line.
HEATHER!!

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Re: HEAR HEAR
Ha Ha Ha...I have a great affinity for this poem. Deaf as a post when there is any background noise. Sometimes I think people say the most outragous things... 

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Re: HEAR HEAR
A good read Jeff. I bit the bullet last year and got the hearing aids. Trouble is when I'm in a situation where there is a lot of talk from a number of different sources, I'm still deaf.
Wazza

Wazza
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WAZZA thanks I've had mine five years and still can't hear a bloody thing in company
bill the old battler
bill the old battler
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Re: HEAR HEAR
Thanks everyone for your comments. As Mal, Wazza & Bill have mentioned, most people I've spoken to (who've succumbed to hearing aids) say, they are fairly useless when there's any background noise. I'm still deliberating.
Cheers, Jeff
Cheers, Jeff