Gray

by Cheryl Merrick

My life passed
In a gray sameness.

The same few foods
Prepared the same way,
One spiceless meal at a time;
No variety, no change.

The same few rooms
Defining my tiny world
In a few level steps;
No variety, no change.

The same few activities
Laundry, dishes, cooking
Writing, and reading;
No variety, No Change.

The same few TV shows,
Our recorded entertainment,
Consisting of old familiar videos;
No variety, No change.

The same routine
In carefully measured steps,
Day following day;
No variety, No change.

My life passing
In a gray sameness.