Immobile Boxes

Stacks of boxes lie in wait 
To be moved before it's too late 
Some are heavy and some are light 
Some are fragile and some have might 
Boxes don't move on their own 
Get in a groove or get on the phone 
They do not dance or sing songs 
Have a romance or hop a long 
Interaction must take place 
To move these boxes before it's late 
There they still sit awaiting time 
Stacked to the roof in a line 
There's been no effort to do the work 
Until they're moved there they'll lurk