Lovely poem

Leisure by William Henry Davies 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. We claim that we are BUSY.Busy with what?...Adding an extra line to our resume so that we can get an extra bunch of bananas?...A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.....