When you are young you dance and are bold
I heard you lose your hearing when you're old
But that doesn't cause me fear and spoil my joys
It makes appreciate every little noise
I heart the audience happily clap
The ticking clock, the dripping tap
The high voice child, the deep voice man
The train, bus, plane, car, van, coach, tram
The old may be stooped, frail and lame
But brighten when you call their name
Choose to be happy, it's a choice
The greatest joy - hear a friend's voice.
-ends-
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