I like this, Joe.
The last stanza feels different than the rest, more evocative, less prosey/prosaic. The rest might be pushed in that direction with more concision. (Half deaf, unsighted, and forgetful,/I struggle to engage.//My hearing aid hisses...)
In another way, too, the last stanza doesn't feel to me like it fits the rest of the poem: Despite its unhelpful second line, the last stanza is about knowing what is going on. Maybe a turn could make it clearer that the poem recognizes this change in approach.
The glasses make clear--and much of the rest implies--that the speaker is not "unsighted."
FWIW.
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