441 Hearing aids March 4, 2012

I’ve been crotchety about wearing hearing aids:
No confessing getting elderly for me.
No conceding to breaking down.
But, my eye-ear-nose-throat doctor reports
not wearing them
“…contributes to the disintegration of gray matter
and enhances the chances of the “A” word.
I am wearing them,
discovering what I have been missing!!
Wind in the birches, loose piston chatter,
low tones of chimes, grand daughters giggle…
the lovely dissonance of living.
It is good we never die,
rather resolve the clatter of life into
the sonorous hum of the universe,
with which we will, all, sooner or later,
no hearing aids required.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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1 Response to 441 Hearing aids March 4, 2012

  1. The clatter of life, great line and so true 😀

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