Living in a box

We all live in a box surrounded by many
Guess that’s to say the boxes are plenty

We sometimes scratch and claw to be free
The box you live in is where I want to be

We peek out from our box from time to time
We hope others can reach us and so we climb

Some boxes are pretty and some are quite drab
Some boxes are like trash bins and some are just fab

Some may be painted with colours so bright
While some are earth tone and never hold light

Some boxes are big and yes some are small
Some have room to move and others just crawl

Some boxes have windows so others can see
Others have only one entrance and must have a key

Some boxes are lonely and invite anyone in
Some boxes are choosy as to who will come in

Some boxes are wrinkled and tattered with age
Some boxes are made for an animal’s cage

Some boxes are broken from the damage they’ve withstood
From abuse by other boxes.. they moved when they could.

Some boxes are protected by shelter from rain
Lucky boxes are strong and can sustain

We all live in our box and how it gets treated is our choice
For unlike a real box, we do have a voice.

So the next time you say, “get me out of this box”
Remember, it’s your choice, your box is not locked!!

Laura