329 Hearing aids.

Posted on February 21, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Shhhh!!
Hissing!
Which means I’m hearing what I’ve been missing!
The sweet, raucus world of noises:
air conditioning nearby, lawn mowing far off,
children’s toys, humming birds fight, crickets,
doves in flight, tree frogs, breeze…
It was so muffed, I forgot life could be so noisy.
I paid a lot for these hearing aids,
so rude or not,
from today on, you’ll never hear me say,
“Huh? Say again?”

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... 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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