Tuesday, March 15, 2011


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.

By William Henry Davies.

(Discovered this poem in conversation with friends. Life's small pleasures which we forget.. !! )

1 comment:

  1. All the more reason not to waste time on the stuff that does not really mean anything. Unless we start asking ourself, what is the meaning in everything we come across, we would be clueless about life. In my opinion, thats the biggest reason time gets wasted. Supposedly, important stuff may turn out not so important after all..!!

    Businesses collapse, governments lose support, cities get submerged, Empires get conquered, civilizations fall, species get wiped off, planets get obliterated, stars turn into black holes, galaxies collide, may be even universe has an end.

    And we worry about what my colleges think about what I am wearing today...! Knowledge about what, how and why things are... is probably the only pursuit worthy enough expending a good part of time that we have got.

    Little things like smiling, caring, loving, taking a walk, appreciating the beauty of nature, are of course equally worthy of the time.