I Don't Talk Much Anymore

One of the many cruel consequences of age

I hardly understand ye anymore…

Ye speak so softly

And my hearing it’s gone poor

Ye go all angry on me

When I misunderstand...It’s walkin’ on eggs 

When I walk through the door

I hold my tongue now

It’s rarely I speak…and

When I do It’s no more than a wee squeak

It’s hard to speak to ye

When I canna hear your reply

And I hate so to see the fire in your eye

So it’s quiet as a wee mouse

I’ll most often be in the house

And hopen ‘ ye won’t go all angry at me

 For my hearing tis’  disappearing

And you speak a bit softly

…That’s why I don’t try much anymore…

18 lines

119 words

Author's Note

Speak up, I can't hear ye!!

Reviews

[Iam-me]

David, this was a very heartfelt beautiful honest down to earth poem. About hearing and getting older. And very relatable and understand how this must make someone feel. When others act like that around you. So you end up reverting into your shell so to speak. I don't think hearing people understand how this makes the other person feel. So glad you brought up this issue. For us all to actually hear and take on board. Excuse the bad pun.

[David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)]

Thanks ever so much for giving me a wee bit of your time Dawn. Your kind words are much appreciated!

[Iam-me]

my pleasure David be back again real soon. Dawn.