Little changes happen to me
Little things you cannot see
Shall I tell you of the simple stuff
That has now somehow become so tough

Like lifting my arms up in the air
In an attempt to just wash my hair
Arms turn to lead and don't want to move
But it's something I just 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 sudden 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
And the rest will have to wait for another day

Little Changes
will be printed in
Letters from the Soul
[release date Winter 2003]
Library of Congress ISBN-0-7951-5160-8