It doesn’t take a genius to figure out
That this light box, invented nearly
A century ago, by a Scotsman.
Is just a paradox on its own right,
Part entertainment and part Pandora’s box,
Where everything comes out to convince and then convict
The man in front, to a lazy sorrowful existence
As a couch potato and still if you’re coming home
After a long day’s work, and
You’ve been single for dog years,
You inevitably find from inside the light box
A silver lining, of what didn’t climb out
Of the box when Pandora opened it,
What the Greeks call Elpis
What humans dig deep and long for;
Its resourceful ore.
