the container sits on a dock portside
just waiting to be taken for a ride

I always try to think inside the box
what's there, bound where, be lamps or locks

commerce of manufacture from nation to nation
a whole community's labors creation

sits in steel boxes stacked six high
multi-colored presents for people to buy

the container ship sinks lower in the port
as the boxed goods are stacked of every sort

green boxes, blue boxes, yellow and red
electronics, wheels, maybe cheese spread

from my neighborhood to yours and back
then onto a truck or maybe train track

stuff circles the globe every day of the year
on container ships bound for some faraway pier

eventually boxes are stacked in some store
and people buy things from your distant shore

the global economy keeps spinning around
as nation to nation we are all bound

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-26