27
Apr
09

Leisure

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What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like stars at night.

No time to turn at Beauties glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich the smile hers eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

~W.H. Davies~

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1 Response to “Leisure”


  1. April 27, 2009 at 11:26 am

    such irony of life.. this poem is greatly penned.
    i specially liked the illumination of the essential and what is perceived to be important.


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