Subtle Changes

Subtle Changes Ever notice the subtle changes, A liver spot, a dry patch, A sneeze with a new resonance; A sentence with a throat catch. I think it began at fifty two, When a foot gave out to pain, The doctor said “arthritis,” dear, And bone thinning began to gain; Then the chestnut hair waxed dull, A year or two after that; And glasses weren’t worn for style, But to counteract “what’s that?” Little things, always the little things, Creepy crawly subtle things, ‘Til years pile up with shakiness, And our worlds are one of quakiness. Then for once, for once, you understand, The peace of resting, being still, And that’s when He speaks His loudest; “I am here, not subtle, but real.