Shades Of Grey Poem by Mark Heathcote

You know we are all the same shade of grey,
I guess only the strength of the sunlight
is different, when, we're, anchors aweigh
it's to the same destination gunfight.
It's to the same port, chasing the same loot
using the same sad bait, but possibly
or maybe played out to another flute
or tune; maybe just, just impossibly
made that little bit harder for a few,
as hard as breathing; living on the moon
there are many shades of grey, some subdue
you've to ask and make a choice of costume
who will you be? What will you wear, between
white and black, will you be Glaucous or gleam.