A Time Of Change Poem by Angelia McKee

The routine is the same.
Day after day, we cling to time.
There is no way out, for we were all born to die.
Gather up a routine, for this will be your lasting theme.
Arriving from the day, you feel as if you have been here before.
Was it this day or yesterday?
Does it really matter any more?
Aren't they all the same?
So perhaps is has begun, When things are said and done.
A time of change is upon us, what can we do?
Keep things simple and neat.
Feed the children. Wash the dishes. Scrub the rug. Beat the walls.
Wash the children. Scrub the dishes. Beat the rug. Feed the walls.
Scrub the children. Beat the dishes. Feed the rug. Wash the walls.
Beat the children. Feed the dishes. Wash the rug. Scrub the walls.
How do we get out of this tedium?
Can you find salvation in the everyday medium?
Is there any way out of these four walls, this house of halls?
Can you find the door?
Is there hope anymore?
What were we doing before?
Perhaps you can find redemption in a remote location.
A time of change is upon us, what can we do?
Search harder, surely an answer will come through.