"Leisure" — A poem by W. H. Davies

Hey everyone,

I hope you're finding a little bit of space this August.

I recently turned back to this 112-year-old poem called "Leisure" from W. H. Davies. I originally put it into The Happiness Equation and still find it a helpful prod to make sure I'm making time to make time.

I hope you find this helps you to take a moment to just stand and stare.

Neil

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Leisure

Written by W. H. 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.