What is this life if, full of care

>>  Monday, January 02, 2017

 I am very lucky that my drive to work takes me through this.  And sometimes it all just looks so lovely I have to stop and look at it for a while.

And envy at the retired people just climbing out of their cars with dogs for their morning ramble whilst I jump back into mine and hare race to catch up the lost time.

But on a frozen morning, when I'm already 15 minutes in and the ice hasn't started to move on the bonnet, there aren't any walkers about.

I don't care how late I am.

I'm going to stop and watch the sun come up over the frozen fields.

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.
Leisure by W. H. Davies


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