Clear The Years

Can't hear anything.
My years are full up.
34 years not a bad amount.

My mother used to poke sharp instruments,
say, a hairpin or (during daring missions) a wood toothpick
to tickle my auditory canal
and 'clean' me.

This has become only a most obvious message
about how I am supposed to exist and operate.

There is something deep in there.

Thank you, mother. What else was there before?