Shades Of Grey Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

You know, we are all the same shade of grey,
I guess only the strength of the sunlight
It's different when we're anchors aweigh
It's the same destination and 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
Many shades of grey can subdue.
You've to ask, choose a costume
Who will you be? What will you wear, between
White and black, will you be Glaucous or gleam?