Hello, There!

It is not just, alas, that his
aural faculties have dimmed
with the passage of years,
he mournfully stated, 
bald head gleaming in the sun,
but his brain now refuses to
recognize the order of words
it hears. The hearing aid,
granted, clarifies sound most
certainly, so he cringes
when a faroff item is unwrapped,
scratching at his sensitivities.
But the import of a statement?
Its full meaning and intent?
Unfathomable, meaningless,
impossible to decipher, he
groaned, in despair. Nodding,
his tale of woe sounds familiar.
But though I share his experience
my reaction is not his, for
what fails to penetrate my
consciousness I feel no
reason to lament, when its
source is of little intelligent
moment to me, you see.