On Going Deaf
On Going Deaf
And now I see each word you say
Do other people talk that way?
And then when comes the real test,
Will your mouth look like all the rest?
Are all lips soft and full of speech?
Can they tell? Can they teach?
And tell my eyes what they should hear?
Stay away! Don’t come too near,
Yet knowing what it is I fear.
Can you still hear me?
Gently curving to the right
Brings warmth into my every night,
With tongue so moist and welcoming,
Each tiny movement rippling
‘cross perfect teeth of ivory.
Glistening, shining, just for me
But lasting for so short a while
You make me ache with every smile.
Another name? Another file?
Or can’t you hear me.
So I await that fateful day
To see your lips move when they say
“There’s nothing else that I can do”
Yet in my heart I always knew
That soon enough my time would come
When others needs were better done
And so you tear a jagged hole
In heart and mind….unworthy soul.
I’ve felt the joy, I’ll pay the toll,
But I can’t hear you!
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