by Daniel Green

Diminished hearing spares me the pain
of listening to clergy fulminating on TV,
to rock musicians screaming, politicians
trimming lies, academics droning on and on.

Some sounds I might enjoy, of course,
are muffled, filtered through a drape.
I must pretend I hear some speech that sounds
like static from an ancient crystal radio.

Small sympathy from my loving spouse
who must respond to pleas of "What?"
or "Say Again!" and endure the too-loud
blare of radios and TVíS set at high.

As with any other crutch, the hearing aid
I now wear, inflicts shame, causes me
to crawl meekly into a cave reserved
for aging wayfarers losing parts.

About the author:
Daniel Green has over 1050 poems published in 225 different magazines and journals. Mr. Green started writing poetry at the age of 82 and has three collections of poems in print, "Late Start" (1989), "On Second Thought" (1992) and "Better Late" (1995). Mr. Green continues to write poetry and lives in Sarasota, Florida.