Shades Og 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 on 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 have to ask and choose a costume.
Who will you be? What will you wear, between
White and black, will you be glaucous or gleam?