One bed, four walls, one door

In our boxes

We stay cool

We breathe easy

We drink booze

We eat crap

We sweat

We bathe

We cook

We clean

We watch from our box


We play

We sleep

We sit

We wait

In our boxes


We wait


The grass is greener in your box

Whose grass?

Grass means class

And class is defined by how many boxes you have

Many of us have just one box

No air

No grass

No class


Just one box


And so we'll wait


And dance

And play

And sing

And learn new things

About ourselves

And others

Watch new shows we've never seen before

Learn new things we've never known before


And wait


And then one day

The fourth wall will be broken

And the box will be a memory

Fond or not

A memory box


So cherish your box

And pass it on

Through generations

Share those shows you'd never seen before

And those things you'd never known before


Hold on

Hold tight


And wait


The box is yours

One bed, four walls, one door

  • Author: georgias (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 06:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written during a lockdown in Surrey, England in 2020.
  • Category: Reflection
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