While I hate to admit defeat
Hearing and listening seems a cheat
In noisy restaurants the words deplete
Not making it across to my seat
Now getting together is really neat
But when you can’t get on your feet
To lean in to have the receipt
Of conversations that are sweet
It’s frustrating to have to bleat
What was that, could you repeat?
I realize it’s not just my problem
Even my youngers could put a rant on
They couldn’t hear said words either
Not just a matter of hearing, neither
It’s that some people should take a breather
And curb their public loudness features.