Same old slippers,
Same old rice,
Same old glimpse of
Paradise.

In four clipped lines, the speaker turns domestic repetition into a quiet benediction. “Same old slippers” and “same old rice” evoke the humble, habitual comforts of home—worn footwear, plain food, the unremarkable routines that structure ordinary life. The final turn, “Same old glimpse of / Paradise,” suggests that paradise is not a distant, extraordinary realm but something intermittently visible within familiar patterns: companionship, peace, or gratitude embedded in the everyday. The poem’s charm lies in its paradox: sameness can be stifling, yet it can also be stabilizing and sacred, offering recurring “glimpses” of contentment.