Silence Is Lonely Poem by Roy Bain

When at first our hearing begins to fade;
Though the signs are foretelling, we may choose to evade.
We tell others they don’t speak clearly, they mumble a lot;
My concentration is elsewhere, that’s why I ask what.
Please talk a bit louder; your voice is so weak;
I could hear you OK, if you would look at me as you speak.
I can hear you just fine, when you’re close at hand.
If you would learn to enunciate, I could understand.
Being with family is one of life’s greatest joys;
But, don’t expect me to hear with all of that noise.
It’s easy to blame others, though it’s not really fair;
It’s your hearing problem, solve it, show others you care.
He who said ‘Silence is Golden’ spoke for himself only;
For the hearing impaired, “Silence is Lonely”.