A Quiet Fourth
July fourth and firecrackers aren't heard.
Perhaps because it's raining as I type.
I thank the gods for booming sounds deferred.
My guess, I'm getting old. I hate the hype
That everyone is caught up with today.
In youth we did exactly all that's done
Perhaps a smidgen more so, by the way.
The noise we made, heck! It was all in fun.
We celebrated Independence Day.
I'm no longer young, oops! Slip of the tongue.
A senior citizen I'm called today.
Its political correctness among
The hearing impaired. Oh god! Please don't scoff
Guess what? I had my hearing aid turned off!
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