BOX

In a grayish abode
a grayish box resides.
A humble box content to carry its load.
A humble box that always abides.
A sturdy box hardened by experience with each item towed.

Mostly content to carry the burden it’s fed.
Although, contempt did sometimes fester with periodic rage.
For even the most dutiful have tasks they dread.
Often busy, once stuffed front & back for a wage.
A box that carried yeast and sometimes even bread.

The box once carried fresh meat.
Its contents were carried to slaughter.
Even so, it rejoiced in the patter of small feet.
The box that once held meat and a daughter.