[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Observer

The observer sits quietly by the side
While the others talk and play
He takes it all from the players
They laugh and call him strange

But in the future, they wake
They realise they know no-where near enough
When they were bustling obnoxiously
They should have been listening up

The observer knows it all
And is truly set for life
After all those years of silence
Observation, enduring the strife

His wisdom is unparalleled
But he is scarred and unseeing
Years taken their toll
So, who would you rather be?