Pretty much the same routine-
same chores, decisions, same way,,
each is similar to the one before-
just another passing day.
I write, I read, I clean I sleep,
monotony repeats and relives.
take my pills, some time online,
not too many definitives.
Another dinner to be planned
and then to be prepared.
Laundry to be washed and folded,
things to be repaired.
But yet each is unique,
even though they seem blase
for each is another one I have survived-
just another passing day.