This again is a poem close to my heart..............it cleaves me into twain and questions what m i doing is that what i wanted...........
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 is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies
About Me
- c'est la vie!
- No not their fault For hard, they have always tried But such an iceberg I am.Alas! Only one-tenth of me can be seen Even that is deterring rough and hard Forget the ninth-tenth under the sea
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