Pardon me

Pardon me
Talk in a higher
Pitch with me
Because I have
A hearing loss
I have no Idea
How I got my hearing
Loss
I am not happy
With me
It will be very expensive
For me to buy
A hearing aid
I will have to wear
My hearing aid
All the time
I can't go in
The shower with
My hearing aid
Also when I sleep
I will get my hearing aid
Out of my ears
Pardon me
Friends
I am also a hard
Worker
When it comes
To work for God
Every day
I write poems
For my God
And I share my
Poems with my
Father
And deep down
I know that
My father loves
To hear me reading
My poems loud for
Him
My friends are very jealous
Because I am consider one
The best poet that
Lives on earth
That my father
Made me
In his Image
Also I am
One of my father's children
I am not the youngster child
I am the oldest child
Of my father
And also my brothers
Love me very much