Deaf Ears

I do not feel as I did before,
My body went to war,
Attacking me with a mighty force,
There's more, of course,
But listening can be such a bore.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
September 7, 2021 at 3:26 AM
I am sorry you have gone through this Shirley.
Fenn Avatar
September 3, 2021 at 9:27 PM
“Attacking me with a mighty force?” Sounds like you’re battling an autoimmune condition. Are you? I can listen without getting bored, so if you need an ear, soup Mail me. Your poet friend, Jennifer Fenn
Y. Avatar
September 3, 2021 at 8:43 PM
Hi Shirley, You have penned such an apt and meaningful limerick. Good content and title. Thanks for visiting my page.Have a great evening and weekend:-) Alexis
Leffanta Avatar
September 3, 2021 at 12:04 PM
Especially when one's heard it all before! But nice write!
Hawkins Avatar
September 3, 2021 at 5:10 PM
G'Day, Rico. Thank you for your encouraging comments, they are much appreciated.
Hankins Avatar
September 2, 2021 at 6:40 PM
Oh, I love your limerick, Shirley. Tell me more, I will gladly listen!
Hankins Avatar
September 3, 2021 at 11:15 AM
Not boring, Shirley. I have all the time in the world (well, what's left) and I have big ears! Literally. If I nod and do not reply, it may be because I have turned off my hearing aids. LOL! Just joking.
Hawkins Avatar
September 2, 2021 at 7:59 PM
It would be a bore To open up and tell you more As I have complaints galore I am sure Milt you know the score As from the surgery you write Poems that tell me all's not right With you and your aging frame It seems to me we feel much the same I thank you for your listening ear We would be talking forever, I fear As soon as one ache or pain subsides Others come and override I can't do things I did before Have turned me into a crashing bore.
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