The Daily Same Poem by Matthew Holloway

The Daily Same



It seems to pass by endlessly
The daily same
Faces, conversations, routines
Playing out in repetition
Like a prescription taken
With a firm commitment
Sleep, rise, work, eat, sleep
Some scope at weekends
For a little variety
And i am written into this
Daily same
A touch of sanity
A pinch of madness
Counting time and days
Which pass by endlessly

Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: commentary,life,life and death
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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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