The FedEx Truck

The FedEx truck is parked outside,
The boxes being piled,
Awaiting transfer home to
The apartment-domiciled.

Each package hits the lobby first
Where doormen do the sorting,
Relying on the numbers that
The carton’s label’s sporting.

The dwellers get a notice that
Their order has arrived
So no one feels that he or she
From shopping’s been deprived.

Containment days of quarantine
May keep us all indoors
But FedEx helps to bring us
What we’re needing from the stores.