So, everyone sat eyes glazed, watching
till their hair grew grey or just fell out.
Their teeth began to decay and was replaced by porcelain
or not replaced at all.
Still they sat watching.
Why you might ask?
Were they afraid to stop or maybe just walk away?
Perhaps they were in a trance and could not.
Perhaps they longed for things they could not do or have
or maybe they were too scared or it made them glad.
Perhaps it allowed them to forget
for a moment, an hour, a day.
Maybe it gave them something to look forward to
or it just made things okay.
What do you watch? What do I?
How long and where and why?
I guess it doesn't matter
I'll watch till the day I die.