Hearing

While strolling through the mall,
I received a very interesting call.

My name was announced on the loud speaker,
But I didn’t know why, because it became weaker.

The place was so noisy and the voice wasn’t clear,
To make matters worse, no one could hear.

The stores were all lined up in a perfect row,
There was also an area where you could go.

Benches were added so the tired could rest,
If one was available you were put to the test.

Unfortunately the racket was still great,
And the message was silently faint.

Trying to find help from a descent person,
Receiving answers that were mostly cur sin.

Still wondering what was said,
Walking around hitting my head

The information thought lost finally survived,
A sound in the air that miraculously arrived.

What I heard was sweet music to my ears, 
A note from the past, singing lots of cheers.

William P. Frasca

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William P. Frasca