Perspective into The Perfect Life

In the poem, The Perfect Life by John Koethe, he describes his life as perfect. It is not a common perfect like all the goals are achieved, kids, wife and a great house. Instead, he says its not that good but its enough for him (honestly, kind of mediocre expectations). He says that his life does the basic, keep him alive and happy in a vague way. Another interesting point he mentions is that he feels no disappointment, and that while he looks forward anxiously, he still is very satisfied with the conclusion of each day. His head works as a counselor; his thoughts comfort him and he reassures himself of his inner strength and superiority. The feeling that I got ultimately is that he has no feelings because he says that all the colorful turns black and gray, and what is beautiful becomes indifferent. The perfect life closes over in death.... It is a strange poem to me because having no feelings or variety in your life is actually not the perfect life in my perspective, its exactly the opposite. Of course, its all a matter of perspective, but what he states in the poem is not the common perspective (I strongly believe that none of you would be satisfied with that life). He seems as he never had any accomplishments or goals or motivation because as he says that the colorful turns into black and gray, as does his life.