Television

This is a short poem about my love hate relationship with Television.

Can you tell me the cost of the time that I’ve lost,

The time I decided to lend,

To the inanimate loafer on a green leather sofa

With a shimmering screen for a friend.

By the edge of a lawn, so recently shorn

The real world was so sadly lacking,

So back to a room that pacified gloom,

Back to the video tracking.

As the images flew, I treasured the views.

A magical way to unwind,

But now I look back I was on the wrong track,

For I’d programmed the passing of time.

And so what a waste, that time in my haste,

Giving part of my life to a wall.

It’s too easy you see, to forget that you’re free

and let time steal away from us all.