Ticking Clock For Ticking Boxes Poem by C Richard Miles

Look on a few more years, contemplating your future;
Will sitting in a box be enough to suit you?
Driving in your car, to a box of an office.
Home to a box, end up boxed in a coffin.
When they tidy your affairs, ‘cause you’ve popped your clogs
Will your life just be gathered in a cardboard box?
But can there be a plan to save this world for man?

I’m not happy to amount to sit, locked in my boxes,
Never noticing announcements that the ticking clock says,
Counting down the seconds of our spinning rock’s days,
I’m not waiting, my friend, for the world to end
As we spend, spend, spend?

Will you be directed by the box in the corner
Dictating what to do? Don’t say I didn’t warn you,
Box to your ear, a box to fill your mouth from,
Boxed into corners you can’t wait to get out from.
But when they end your job, 'cause the credit crunch knocks
Will you carry out your things in a cardboard box?
We will have to make a plan to save this world for man.

Am I groping in the dark perhaps? Should I just leave it
Hoping that a spark will catch with those who receive it,
Coping with fact that they might not believe it,
Debating, my friend, if I’ve time to lend
Till they bend, bend, bend?

Will you spend your life just ticking the boxes
In the nine-to-five, surrounded by toxins,
Waiting for the end if you don’t box clever,
Thinking that the planet can last for ever?
When they repossess your home and change all the locks,
Will you end on the Embankment in a cardboard box?
You will have to make a plan to save this world for man.

Don’t be governed by a government directive;
Try to see the world from a different perspective;
Let's start to care; let’s get green and protective.
Hesitating, my friend? Let’s start a new trend -
Let us mend, mend, mend.