Little Changes
Little changes happen to me
Little things you cannot see
Shall I tell you of the simple stuff
That has now somehow become tough
Like lifting my arms in the air
In an attempt to just wash my hair
Arms turn to lead and dont want to move
But it's something I can't prove
How about washing dishes at the sink
Easy as pie, so you think
One day I can hold and wash a glass
The next day it drops with a loud crash
My get up and go has got up and went
My energy level is mostly all spent
Everything takes longer than ever before
Tiredness clings heavy down to the core
And just because I may look so good
Doesn't mean I can do what I used to could
So I'll do what I can if I may
The rest will have to wait for another day
JoLyn
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