Leisure by W.H. Davies July 25, 2009

This is one of my all time favorites. It just reminds me that we don’t have enough time for our life. All we do or whatever we do, is only for nothing. We rest in peace without our materials, we rest in peace with the failure of incomplete leisure.

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 skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.