BOXES
They used to be special
The family would gather
Even if they knew what was inside
I opened a lot working in the
A&P supermarket as a kid
When I was assistant manager of the can aisle
An honorary title I still use
To one up any bragging fool
It’s a good way to tell them
They are full of it
Someone thought of giving them
Away to customers
Free boxes so many uses at home
They’ve lost their panache lately tho
Just something stuff comes in
A pain really as they pile up in the garage
I think of the days in the A&P
Every time I attack the pile
Tear them up to recycle
Good exercise the manager
Of the can aisle would say
Other thoughts of the past
Trail along for awhile
Back when working was fun and new
Now everyone complains
Too much work and boxes
They’re still good for building
Multiplex cat labryrinths
I don’t know about the plural
But I’ll use it anyhow
The sound of claws on cardboard
Industrious destruction fun for them
The UPS guy still has that
Smile on his face
Carrying your box up the walk
Something special inside
He gives out presents all day
It could be as good a job as
Assistant manager of the can aisle
Fun trucks to drive as well
The plastic bags they use
Sometimes nowadays just don’t do it
They’ll replace boxes somehow
Someone will read this someday
And wonder what a box is was
Like everything
