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