Boxes, All in a Row
Little boxes all in a row,
gardens fresh and colors glow,
but boxes nonetheless,
as we drive wheeled boxes
to our employment boxes
and sit in private boxes
to earn our keep,
pay for all the boxes we reap,
as reward.
And we,
by name and number are boxed,
filed away, in vast array,
for who and what we are,
recognised and understood so far
for the boxes that make us known,
as life ebbs away, as sewn,
and we in boxes
think we’re free.
Social convention,
expectations,
clear boxes of morals and etiquette,
tick the box,
yes I understand,
sign your name
and the box is yours,
four corners to explore,
in your brand new box.
I wonder,
why so few boxes appear in nature,
a circle much more imaginative,
perhaps,
yet we transfixed,
captive and implored
to remain compliant,
four walls to keep the score
of our accepted life of confinement.
Little boxes all in a row,
how pretty the judgement,
the slavery we adore,
where sky is just a ceiling
to our compromise,
and we in acceptance,
just want more and more…
boxes.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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It is funny how we are hindered by being in boxes, they even call some of our workspaces as such, the cubical. Unless you are rich your house usually looks like a rectangle or a square. Finite ends are what boxes are made of, unlike the never ending curve of a circle, each line comes to an edge, a goal, a distinction. Nature is unending, we don’t know where the edges are. From the endless sky to the depths of a cavern, to the bottom of the blue abyss, we can’t comprehend the end. Maybe we were meant to be in boxes after all. Great work Tony. Loved it.~Paul
Thanks Paul, its a consideration isn’t it: are we bound or free within the boxes that govern our lives. Glad you appreciated the thoughts my friend. Cheers!
Whatever possessed people to box themselves in? We are a strange lot for sure. At least our spirits can soar. I love this verse, Tony. Very well expressed.
Glad you appreciated it Phyllis. Take care and have a great day!