Banker's Boxes Poem by Michael Hunter

(The occasion of this poem is now come home to roost... I was laid off today from EM-Assist. So it applies to me.)

White banker's boxes used to only hold files -
But now they hold the contents of my office life.
Silly toys, trinkets, and books I've never read
Fill the boxes to the brim and overflow.

The pity of it all is now I'm unemployed.
I know I'll lose my home, my car, and the
Love of a good woman. I know what little I've
Saved will mean nothing when collectors call.

Banker's boxes. Simple and white, six to a package.
They unfold and release a flood of emotions as you
Drop your meaningless bits from a meaningless life
Into their waiting tops...

Who knew such simple things could hold so much?

They hold my business life for now, but soon
The very same boxes will hold what's left of a
Ruined life and an empty home. I know. I know
I won't be able to keep them both.

I'm amazed how much I can hate a cardboard box!

And on top of it all? I'm not even a banker.

© 2008 Michael Hunter