Basket, Bag or Hamper

The hamper of my youth was built
Into the bathroom wall.
You got undressed and tossed your clothes
Next to the shower stall.

When I left home, a laundry bag
Held items for the wash,
As much as in a canvas sack
Your arms could cram or squash.

Today a wicker basket
Is where clothing sits and waits
‘Til the day it’s overflowing
‘Cause of what accumulates.

Be it basket, bag or hamper,
Take a glance and you’ll know when
You must empty out the contents
Just to fill it once again.