Presbycusis

Refusing hearing aids (we don’t know why),
the conversation suffers even more
than when it simply angered me to cry
(unfiltered and so harsh she was before).
No matter how on telephone we try
to garner sense, it’s ever trending poor.
In person even we can’t make her hear,
so we joke privately, although she’s near.

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