Boxes

Laughter rings hollow in the dining room
Cackling across empty platters

I know I missed another stitch
They cannot hide the sadness in their grins
Gently fraying at the hems and the neckline
Hours of hands fussing fall through the seams

I made it to the 21st century

Everything comes in boxes these days
Lining the sidewalks for the holidays
Rummaging through the manuals
Bells and whistles keep me on my horse
Deja vu rides like an antique sports car
Timeless finish floats past the potholes

I made it to the 21st century
Can't they fix everything
Box me up with the satisfaction guarantee
I know there's a piece that's wrong with me