Ears growing dark by Frank Modica
I almost ruined my middle-aged self;
ears deafened by loud music, angry words.
No good growing old in dumb silence,
no good living in this world with an angry heart.
With these ruined ears how will I hear
anything is of itself? With a closed mind
how will I open my soul to love? I rub
both of my ears with hopeful fingertips.
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Frank Modica grew up on the South Side of Chicago but now lives in Central Illinois. Twitter: @fcmodica53