Leisure

What is this life, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand 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;

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

a poem i studied in school, when i was in class 5 or 6. it's a poem which has always remained with me, specially the first couplet. whenever i read it, it seems to describe our life as it is today to a "T", and the wry humour in these lines never fails to put a smile on my face.