State of the Art Hearing Aid
STATE OF THE ART HEARING-AID
I’m digging up the garden beds, preparing for the spring,
with a magpie and two blackbirds waiting for anything
that moves so they can pounce on it and scoff the tasty bug,
before waiting patiently for more garden to be dug.
Old Jimmy Watts who lives next door, does like to have a chat
across our fence when I’m about, on where his world is at.
I hadn’t seen old Jimmy for a while, so he set me right.
He told me his daughter Jean, had put him into respite.
This time a great three weeks was had, and Jimmy was sincere,
for this time when his old mates spoke, he actually could hear.
‘Me hearing’s going’ Jimmy moaned, ‘but hopefully for now,
after lashing out four grand, for what my budget would allow.’
‘These hearing-aids are noted, as to be state of the art,
with all the modern cons, to give the deaf a brand new start.
They’ve got a new app eco-system; what the hell that means,
is far beyond me aging mind, these invented tech-machines.’
I always thought Old Jimmy, had suffered hard of hearing.
At least with state, of the art, his life will be endearing.
Curious about the brand - ‘what kind is it?’ I uttered.
Old Jimmy checked his watch. ‘It’s near ten o’clock’ he muttered.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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