#014 What is life?

i wasn't really a fan of english poems, but somehow i just like this poem that i learn during my secondary days, think its one of the poems we are forced to learn during literature class.
i wont say much about what the poem is trying to say, as i dont think i have the capability and right to comment. i just copy the whole poem and hope whoever that reads it feel somewhat inspired about his or her life.

Leisure 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 and 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.

~milkteaisthebest~